Some of you go so far as to disclaim any ability to find you, but I've got you.



(sonnet #MMDCCXCV)


Dare claim your writing does not breathe a strain
Of your dear essence: to be fooled. Thereby
Petrarca's soul distills its fervour aye;
And Wyatt cool good sense; while Surrey feign
With mildest touch and Spenser's pure refrain,
Sweet Shakespeare beauing hearts, dare cry
Amain. From Milton's kingly strength's reply
To Wordsworth's cold hauteur, yea come again?
Twas Samuel Taylor Coleridge roused me
To think afresh, his lively fancy through
Each line with his impress. From Shelley's plea
To Keats' indulgence, Missus Browning's blue
Yet mystic charm, don't think all cannot see.
You don't know me? But ah, I do know you.

31Aug13b

The sun blazes across the tops of the trees
The wind has changed into it's cool late breeze
The heat of the day receding with the sun
Another day is being put to rest,  it's done
Time to gather around the fire
The flames lick the coming night, the light soft expires

We watch the flames dance
Talk of romance
Of childhood memories
Of life's remedies
We reminisce of friends and loved ones now passed
Realizing how long it's been since we had them last
Speaking of how our children have grown
The blessing of them having kids of their own

It's funny how time silently slides past
Only in looking back can we see the shadows that it cast
Just as the fire does, till it burns down to embers
When my fire expires, will I be added to those they remember
As they sit around the fire and reminisce
About all the friends that they miss

We hug each other as we go
Because life is short,  that much we know
"Till we meet next time"
Is not ment for just this life, but the next in line
We hold them close in our hearts at all cost
For TRUE friends can never be lost