After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Look at the beauty in her eyes,
a glow that shines like the sunrise.
Her sm
Raindrops on window panes
Stars at night that are just airplanes
Sparks of light
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
I'm getting older, nature deems.
I'm coming apart at the seams.
The things that n
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
