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.
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
