There is something in the air that makes a summer's eve
weakened, feel like it is still there.
Warmth of your radiance, a memory hugs
As this cool crisp morn brings the soul astir.
Is October the full exemplification of fall.
Or is it a weakened vacuum of the hottest days summer solstice outward lays.
Summer is gone, but there is no chance
I feel alone.
For there is something which ramifies the spirit, about this almanac date.
Is it autumn's presence, or summer's afterglow?
It doesn't matter, for in my ravishment, I don't need to know.
This is piece I wrote last night after I was inspired by Richard Marx's 80's hit "Endless Summer Nights" I was driving home from dinner at my favorite Thai eatery on Noccalula Mountain. I had completed a taxing weekend both spiritually and emotionally. Driving down Rainbow Drive, the main vehicular artery in town, the song came on. For whatever reason it caught my soul at the right time. So symbolic also was the fact I turned into my old neighborhood to check my old mailbox for any outstanding mail. A house I had moved out of a week prior. A house I had lived in for four anquish filled humid summers. Everything seemed quiet, like life itself, the whole world around me was in a silent vacuum or it's former self. The bustle of summer sounds and activities had ceased. That moment signified change was in the air. It made me wonder, Is summer ever over for a soul in search of needed warmth our world is unable to bring more and more each and every day now. A soul full of hope. A soul wanting to shed light in a dark cool world. October, here in Alabama signifies a change in seasons, presenting the death of winter's cold coming, but a linger of summer's bright and blatant fire. The right recipe for an artist to extole it's transformative virtue.
