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.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
