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.
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
