Wake me up when the September moon rises.
Kiss my brows with dew
and my lips with the fragrance of lilies
and, like a young butterfly testing its wings,
My eyes will flutter seeing its first light
In you, glowing with Autumn’s crimson blush
And my heart will quicken at the first stirring of love
Singing its way to dawn.
But for now, I live in a dream
Where I am preparing my soul for what will be.
A response to DVERSE’s prompt- Waiting, and Instagram’s #SeptemberFalls19.