September Rain

The patent ambiguity of time,
September rain to January snow, 

the meanings hidden deep within a rhyme
for hearts alone, that minds will never know,

are miracles alive beyond the ken
of common man or woman, 

out of touch realities where reason’s never been,
a paradise for dreamers. Out of such

I know a place where wrong is never right,
where all the many miseries of man 

are vanished or are vanishing from sight,
like pirates in the Neverland of Pan,

below the far horizon, yet above—
the world of our extraordinary love.









~ Dean Neighbors ~