Dreams of September

I have many dreams of September

When moon can brighten my darkest night

When nightingale sings to make me smile

When rivers show such crystal clear

When I can be happy not just for a while

I have these dreams of September

When aging means getting better

When being alone will surely end

When new life means I will take care of someone else

When there will be no joy to pretend

I want these dreams of September

To be real and not stay as dreams

To save me from this cell of misery

To make me happy for the rest of my life

To not end my moments of reverie