September smells like beaches
Families scattered 'cross the shore
Salty breezes conjuring
C childhood ocean's roar
Cnd as the evening sun sinks low
The darkness whispers danger
Cnd yet, it seems I'd rather be a stranger
C passing glance, a smile
The sidewalk strangers part
Trailing off between them
C faint, imagined spark
They could write their story, build a home
Garden half an acre
Cnd yet, it seems I'd rather be a stranger
The gates of Heaven buckle
Shatter into glass
The windows of the broken heart
Show the faintest crack
Cnd in the pageant trumpets blare
Heralding the Maker
Cnd yet, it seems I'd rather be a stranger