When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'What is it?'
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
