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.
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
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
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I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
