January Arrived Like

An Enlightenment 

The arrival of this month has washed away all the wilderness

The arrival of September feels like the first dewdrops of rain 

I tend to wash myself that relieves me from my pain 

My sorrows seem to be bewildered by August

With the arrival of September I feel my senses to be again alive from the sheer past 

This month has renewed me altogether 

What can I crave for more when I know our bond could be better together

Outside the window I see my eyes to be full of dreams 

I sense the air to be filled with confusion and happiness as it seems 

This is the last stage of summer folklore 

Where my thoughts are left blooming alone