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.
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
