September Sun

 Once you begin dreaming all dreams,
     You start it all,
     You begin the call,
And each reality isn't what it seams.

 Once every memory starts crawling back,
       A whimper a fear,
       Forever coming near,
A terrifying scream where brutality attacks.

And if you commence the violent parade,
      You feel the start,
      Scared little heart,
And you have to always be afraid.

For every creaking door hinge,
      September is mellow,
      The sun isn't yellow,
The bright September sun was orange.