September Moon

I met her on a mountain; On a day that seemed serene; She spun a thread of silky yarn; Then wrapped me in a dream. We lusted like two sailors; Drinking our last slug; Then tossed our message out to sea; corked in side the jug. We sang each other chanting’s About never going away But I was always looking back; It was me that wouldn’t stay. I’ve tried not to remember Tried to lock it in a room; But always in September; Her face is in the moon.