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.
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
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
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
