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.
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
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
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
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
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
