See you in September

When the wind begins to cool

The heat begins to die

Out behind Vimy are the emerging northern lights

The star gazing darkness of July was a treasure hiding, masked by a westard haze of time and space

 

Some majestic, soft breeze blew you towards me

Like opposite poles was the attraction

Two strangers, feeling familiar and at peace when together

As quickly as the breeze brought you, it has taken you

I hear a soft whisper as you step back towards your western front

See you in September

 

You are my July, and when you return in September and the heat dies let us continue our star gazing until the day that you are my September, my October, you are my November, my December, my January, you are my February, you are my March, my April, my May, my July once agian, my June and my August

And if the breeze does not bring you East, nor' me West you will always be remembered as my July