September
twenty-seven days
A new child
into the haze

A wind child
moving over-land
Young maiden
life growing in your hand

Time flowing
years count seventeen
Your memories
things you've done and seen

A flicker
you see a single flame
You move around
want to know the name

The fire
he feels you moving through
Carefully
he slowly draws from you

A fresh life
then begins to know
But wants more
he needs to grow

Hands out
for the life you give
Attraction
to the way you live

Your freedom
but he's trapped in place
But finally
a chance for greater space

He wants you
dreams you in his arms
But grasping
does no good or harm

He sees her
she's like his opposite
And few things
keep them not completely apart

A balance
the scales on which they stand
She holds them
but his an empty hand

Almost like something divine
that they should meet and be aligned
But a right and left hand cannot shake
to him it is a blow to take