My Favorite Season

 

Piano playing,
  moon moves behind the clouds.
Mist blows across,
a beach.

Tears from,
  a summer gone.
Time goes by
  way too fast.

September approaches,
  summer vanishes.
Across the echoes,
  of time.

Memories linger,
  only to cause regret.
Melancholy heart,
  cannot let go.

Forever she passes,
  away from this
soul.
Until she sails back,
and docks by my heart.

by ken snyder