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.
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
