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 wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
