Nocturne ...

Now let the day
Just slip away
So the dark night may watch over you
Velvet blue, silent true
It embraces your heart and your soul
Nocturne

Never cry, never sigh
You don't have to wonder why
Always be, always see
Come and dream the night with me
Nocturne

Have no fear
When the night draws near
And fills you with dreams and desire
Like a child asleep

So warm, so deep
You will find me there waiting for you
Nocturne

We will fly, claim the sky
We don't have to wonder why
Always be, always see
Come and dream the night with me
Nocturne

Though darkness lay
It will give way
When the dark night delivers the day
Nocturne

Nocturne by Secret Garden
Voice: Anne Takle
Music: Rolf Lovland
Lyrics: Petter Skavland

Pathways ...

Understand, I'll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I'll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.

Poem: Rainer Maria Rilke
Image: Twilight Meadow

The Viewless Atoms of the Air

The viewless atoms of the air
Around me palpitate and burn,
All heaven dissolves in gold, and earth
Quivers with new found joy.
Floating on waves of harmony I hear
A stir of kisses, and a sweep of wings;
Mine eyelids close --"What pageant nears?"
" 'Tis Love that passes by!"

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, 1836-1870, was a Spanish post-romanticist writer of poetry and short stories, now considered one of the most important figures in Spanish literature.
Image : thundafunda.com/

Memories of Meadow Flowers

Warm memories
come back to me
of another place in time
I have often thought
of those Summer days
when the sun would always shine
Gathering wildflowers
in the meadows
their fragrance in the air
Walking amidst their beauty
white, soft pink and yellow
colour everywhere
Wearing my old straw bonnet
a rose upon the top
a dress of finest cream calico
a ribbon adorns my hair
Flowers in hand
the bees understand
they are always willing to share
humming a song of happiness
as they buzz throughout the air
This is when I am happiest
days without a care
As I wander on through the meadows
so much beauty everywhere...

Poem by Dianne D ... ♥

Painting: A Meadow Flower - John White Alexander (1912)
(1856 - 1915 ) American Painter.