Saturday, August 4, 2018

The Risk of Love ...


The risk of love is loss 
and the price of loss is grief. 
But the pain of grief 
is only a shadow 
when compared with the pain 
of never risking love.

Hilary Stanton Zunin  




Saturday, July 7, 2018

Where Are You Mon Ami?

Where are you dear one? I look for you each day but cannot find a message from you or feel your presence? 
I miss you so much and I am concerned for your health and your well being! 
I hope you are not ill or worse? How would I know? 
Please contact me and let me know how you are? That you are well. I have no way of finding you over the vast distance which separates us. Please take care dear one. 

Much love, Dianne xoxox 

Sunday, June 17, 2018

See You Again ...



So let the light guide your way

hold every memory
as you go
and every road you take
will always lead you home.

It's been a long day without you,

my friend
And I'll tell you all about it
when I see you again.

Charlie Otto Puth
From the song: See You Again


Saturday, May 26, 2018

From Sonnet LXXXI

No one else, Love,
will sleep in my dreams.
You will go,
we will go together,
over the waters of time.
No one else will travel
through the shadows
with me,
only you, evergreen,
ever sun, ever moon.

Pablo Neruda

For dearest, C.B.











Wednesday, May 9, 2018

les joies de mai



'"Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees."
Rumi:

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

From the Heart...





I am feeling so sad this morning
heartache and longing
for something I can never have...
I wish we had met many years ago
when I was young
and filled with life
sadly my youth has gone
middle age is passing
I am fading
closer to my end of days
than to the beginning...

How wonderful it would have been
To spend a day with you
my hand in yours
so close to you
to go home with you
to stay
to love you
and never have to say Goodbye...

For Dearest C.B.

Friday, February 23, 2018

It's True ...

It’s True
Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!
For love of you, the air, it hurts,
and my heart,
and my hat, they hurt me.
Who would buy it from me,
this ribbon I am holding,
and this sadness of cotton,
white, for making handkerchiefs with?
Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!
Federico Garcia Lorca