Friday, August 15, 2008

Dreams of You

Every day begins with you
in the soft light of the dawn
From my dreams you have come
close by me in the morn

Sweet thoughts of you throughout the day
as the light of you will stay
How I wish these dreams were real
and not end with the day

I thought I was lost to darkest night
until I saw you shine
That is when you awoke my heart
and I hoped you could be mine

Will there come a day when you will stay
until the Sun has gone?
With my hopes soaring high
in the stars above
Wishing for your love.

Poem by Dianne


Jean said...

Expressing feelings often helps us release them and the pain that often goes with them. Hoping your words bring you peace soon.

puerileuwaite said...

Maybe whomever he is, he HAS to get back home before the sun goes down. Perhaps like yours truly, he has seen "The Omega Man" and "I Am Legend" one too many times, and doesn't want to take any chances.

Finally, shouldn't the sun at least deserve partial "blame"* (* not the most appropriate word to use in this context, but I'm in a hurry) for having to duck out for parts of each day for destinations unknown?

dianne said...

Thanks Jeannie you understand and it is helping. :) oxoxo

Puggles dear, its not the sun I'm concerned about, we're talking about me wanting him in my life, I didn't know where 'he' was but 'he' wasn't with me and that was the problem.

You are the only person I know that can make fun of my sadness and make me laugh too. :) <3

foam said...

you know , dianne, i perused your blog last night after i came back from my trip. it's awesome how you express your sentiments. you have a beautiful blog.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful heart-felt sentiments, for an ill deserving soul. Lacking now the attentions of one of the kindest most loving people in the World!

dianne said...

Foamie, thank you, nice of you to pop over again. I have been keeping this hurt inside for so long, time to let it out and move on. :) xoxox

Thanks anonymous, I am kind & loving, he has hurt me deeply but to be fair 'he' is a nice guy, can't crucify him just because he didn't return my affection. :)

The Phosgene Kid said...

Nice poem. Reminds me how I miss Mrs. Phos when we're apart, even during the day. Ah well.

Sorry I haven't been by sooner. I need to adjust my links and add some. I write a bit as well. If you get bored follow the link ot MOPP4 on my sidebar. Need to do more of that as well.

I really love your visits and promise not to be a stranger.

boneman said...

Well, I agree with Jean, in a way.

Figure that if you make known your attentions, something may come of it.

As a matter of fact, sitting to home and wishing won't get the job done.
Lord knows, I spent near fifteen years wishing and what I have to show for it is fifteen wasted years.

How about the library? Got one there, somewhere?
Get a couple of art books (or whatever trips your trigger books) and hang around for a bit.
Mentally note who's there.

Go back regularly (this is how I fish, and it usually works)(when I say fish, I mean, bait hook, bamboo pole, strong line) and see if there are others doing what you are doing.

Say "hi" to someone doing what you're doing.

Don't be like that goofball, boneman. That path of home suffering will get you nothing.

And, how is it I think this is a good idea?
Heck, I dunno.
If I had done what I just suggested, I might at least be dating a librarian!
I don't though, because I didn't try anything.

dianne said...

Phos dear thanks for dropping by, I think that it is lovely & thoughtful that you miss Mrs Phos when you're apart, its wonderful to have someone special in your life. I have visited your Blog before and I admire your writing and your poetry. I find that sometimes my ideas for writing come easily and the words flow but on other occasions cant express what I want to say. Visit again soon. :)

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