Setembro

September fell away
In a slow agony
With its trunk-like suit
Between the fingers of the wind
Scattered shades of red
In the calm of sunsets
They were lost lips
That hinted at kisses

I was waiting for September
To see you again
To give you back
The dreams that were ours
Dressed in hope
And a lovesick soul
I was waiting for September
To see you again

September arrived
Wearing wildflowers
With ripe fruits
In its bare, rugged arms

On every path
I searched for you without seeing you
My wandering steps
On the fragrant earth
I was waiting for September
To see you again
But I searched so much
That I found myself alone

September fell away
In the silence of the afternoons
Between the fingers of the wind
My love undone