Analysis of September Ghosts

No sun in the morning,
Nor moon at night
that carries me as your smile, your eyes
dance, my blood runs warm with a wild--imagined heat.
No solice here--no song,
no music for the ear.
With denied passion's fire
the night has no music
the wind only an artful
dance nothing more.
There has been no light
since terror struck
like a thief in the night.
Your among the rubble,
and heart is troubled.
A desolate day,
my love so far away--
we'll meet again one day.