Sapphire Winds

Fires of September, half-moon tempers
Flying with the pastels that colour the ninth…
No, we can only look for these sapphire winds to pass.

Did you know you can catch a wave inside the numbers?
The one that’s painted in neon pictures?
You know, it’s not too hard to hold in this weather
And it’s just enough to bridge the past.

When you’re in a life of serpentine figures,
Living in a clock, no kisses to remember,
You need to feel deep the blue of its core
And leap high over those burning embers.

Fires of September, they’ll last forever
Flying with the pastels that colour the ninth…
No, you can’t just look for those sapphire winds to pass.

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