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 Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
But the truth I can't deny,
I loved you,
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
They come in waves,
my feelings for you.
And not pretty whitecaps
dancing
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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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 was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
