Pale September, I wore the time like a dress that year. The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin, But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared. My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full And sank in the burrows of my keep, And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep. ------------------- ugh, are you melting? i am. i wish i wrote half as good as she does.