September

When dusk doth' fall Upon winter's cool cold face It appears' within reason That desolation Is a sad and lonesome place ------ Dawn gives rise to sunlight After sleeping the night away Stars' give way to clouds' The moon just fades' away Leaving me unsafe and Spellbound for another day Has yet to come Where the flowers' grow increase ------ And wasn't I the Spirit Who walked you threw time Steadied your reason when You were blind - And - Who was it but I, Who entered into your sorrow Shown the path to the light When there was not tomorrow But the invisible protector of sanity Least suspect of them all ------ Wisdom from which we find Good grace Sent from above... Gary Fields Poet/Author From: "The Cross" Xlibris book #106627 Rev. (NOV2013)