The crimson moon crests over the twilight September sky
And sensual sensations call back memories of evenings, long gone by,
When prairie scenes were the serene lanes that lovers often used.
Parking to view the crimson moon, and each other to peruse.
Promises made during the Moon's arching parade across the prairie eve
Love; so unconditional, feelings sublime, Led me to always believe.
That you would be true, no matter who would walk into our lives one day,
How could I have known, that your promise would be thrown; oh, so far away.
That same crimson moon crests over the twilight September sky
And sensual sensations call back memories of evenings, long gone by.
Oh, for just once more, a moment to adore you; as you once were to me
The arching moon has made our love a charade, a parade of what yet could be.
Yet September is here, and now I fear that the days are drifting away.
And the moon will wane and once more, again, you are taken away
Yet I will always remember that certain September, and the moon cresting Crimson red.
And the love so sublime that we promised that time will remain in my heart, instead.