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
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
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
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
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
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
