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.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
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
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
