September In Pages By Christopher Ross Livingstone

September In Pages By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

Sitting in here to check in,

whispers tell me I am not done.

Echoes eminate from my mother's own heart,

passed on unto me.

September and her song will pass us by

singing tunes of from the sun and salutations.

I've been seeking 

Grace in solace and solitude,

has found me expressing feelings 

The highest of highs and the depths where I await

Septemeber in pages

It's a promise to a bond that never breaks

Even in death, 

Love sings on.

Here where I await,

checking in to feel September in her passing 

Her passage takes me on a vayage that's uncharted.

Pages in your passing will soon mark one year on,

September's song sings to herald in October majesty

Towards the drifts in these pages.

I no longer await because I am in acceptance