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,
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
