For many, August slips away
in a moment of time, weary and heavy,
A dull December. Not everyone
sees Tishrei is next on the calendar.
Let September be September, a new beginning,
turn the narrative that every start is also an end,
And this doesn’t always have to be burdening.

She stares at the window
Streaked beautifully with raindrops
And traces her finger along
As they race from the top.
Its been a minute since he left the table
But no streak of sadness is seen on her
For a woman knows how to do both:
Unfurl and be a container.
So she sits and smiles
At the dear rain,
That she loves so very much,
As it washes away her pain.
And he stares at her from a distance
With eyes filled with love and longing
He wished he knew better, he wishes he’d be better
But to then comprehend
What stroke of fate made him so lucky
To have this woman by his side
Who’d never leave when times get dark and heavy.
That she would stay and wait
For as long as the storm would take
And set herself on fire, to give him some warmth.
He knew the bounds she’d go to,
To make sure he’s winning and happy
But what was in it for her? Was she just as lucky?
Some people know how to hold a heart in their hands
And the others, are well, a little fearful,
They’re clumsy and the heart falls and breaks
Or they clench it too hard out of fear,
And then there are those who hold it
And can’t stop the tears from falling
There’s no explaining why
But it's scary knowing what happens when
the heart stops beating.

One day a child will cling to me
pressed against my heart
I hope. With hands of warmth surrounding
him, the one who will save my soul.

To be everything a child
Looks up to
In moments of joy and despair,
With tears and laughter too.
Is all that I can hope for today
For what else should I look forward to?

One day these hands will hold a child
Tucked softly and safely within
To cherish and enjoy and nurture them
Knowing true love lives herein.

Where have you gone
Where have you strayed
Where are you lost
By whom are you betrayed?
Where is the song
Your heart used to hum
What has the sparkle
In your eyes become?
Why are you hurt
By things unknown
Where are you now
When will you come back home?

He has my heart
And knows it too.
He is my strength
And fortress too.
He is the light
That never fades
That gleams and glows
And chases the shadows away.
And if in exchange for him  
you were to give me the earth
I’d choose him over and over again
For that’s what he’s worth.

It's just a phase and
It will pass too
Just a matter of time
Before I am with you.

If I was against your chest
Away from my head
Pressed just against your heart
The world would fade
With all its pain
And every breath
Would feel so right.
I’d slip into the bliss
Of just being in your arms
Safe and sound and
Soft all around.