September, Worth the Wait-N

In a seasonal sense, You always come to my defense I see you as a date with destiny, and I'm overwhelmed by your generosity And I don't feel alone, when I know You are here and there to atone. You are the salt for the preserving You are the rain, giving life to the dying Like a glove, you catch my tears when I'm sighing Were it not for the anticipation of you; If I never knew that there was someone like you; If you were not there to welcome and rescue me; If there were no you, I'd be melting in a desert daze Because of you, I understand the meaning of 'amaze' If I never realized that you were in the very next chapter, Aimlessness would embrace me, and I'd have no reason To be hopeful, to be patient, or even to turn the page It is you who shout out 'reprieve' to a world of toxic haze If all the world was a stage, but you were not on it, I don't know how I would go on from season to season. Like the words of a song, "Anticipation is making me wait". 091221PS