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.
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
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
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
