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.
You Have Shattered Every Memory Of Us
You have drowned every emotion of us,
Held it underwater until it could no longer breathe
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
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
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
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.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
