Hope is blowing through the trees,
And faith is growing in my heart.
All these vague memories
Keep me from falling apart.
Lush, wet grass,
A lost shoe,
Images of me and you
Are the only things I can remember;
It still feels like September.
And bound dictionaries,
Things of which we should be wary;
You and me,
Love so blind,
Life is love,
If love is life.
I know there’s still time left to render,
But it still feels like September.