Saturday, December 23, 2017

What was this world...

What was this world 
before I knew you were inside it?
Did I know, always, 
before confirmation came,
did I feel you 
like a phantom limb, 
an ache across the darkness 
I couldn't see beyond, 
did I wake in the nights, 
sit up straight 
to the lack I knew you'd fill?
Was this an intuition 
born into me, 
did I always know the spin 
of the soil below me 
when you were away, 
the slow when you came near? 
How did you make me forget, 
or was it always us 
orbiting around one another 
waiting to begin again, 
each time waiting 
to understand. 

Tyler Knott Gregson
For my dearest friend C.B.
Can you please still be my friend?
Your friendship is precious to me.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

I Wonder...


"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

Lewis Carroll,
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland &
Through the Looking-Glass

For my dearest friend C.B .
How wonderful to experience the beauty of snow in Winter! The grass and leaves laden with frost or white snow! The air cool and fresh...
It is so hot here in the Southern Hemisphere, 37'C here today, south of Sydney,  unbearably hot!


Saturday, December 9, 2017

I will stand here, patient

I will stand here,
patient, under new trees
that flower over old bones,
and wait for you to come
to me.
I will walk there,
slowly and listen to stories
of last words spoken
to first loves,
as my feet float over them
on my way to you.
Maybe here,
they will whisper to us, 
maybe here, they are laid out
like a xylophone for our feet
to gently play.
Years from this night,
when the rains have gone
and the chimes are still and quiet,
under new blooms those old ghosts
will tell new stories, our story,
and our love will haunt them.
We are everything,
and we have always been.

Tyler Knott Gregson.
For my dear friend C.B.
I found this poem on Instagram 
and thought you might enjoy it. 

Monday, November 13, 2017

The Meadow (New Moon)

https://youtu.be/na8oGIWX5oc

From the film Twilight
For dear C.B.

Friday, November 3, 2017

From Dandelion Wine ...



"Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumberous voices weaving the night together."

Ray Bradbury
For my dear friend C.B.

Thursday, October 12, 2017

I found you...



In the silence of the ticking of the clock’s minute hand, I found you. 
In the echoes of the reverberations of time, I found you. 
In the tender silence of the long summer night, I found you. 
In the fragrance of the rose petals, I found you. 
In the orange of the sunset, I found you. 
In the echoes of the mountains, I found you. 
In the green of the valleys, I found you. 
In the chaos of this world, I found you. 

Avijeet Das
An excerpt from his prose.
For my dear friend C.B.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Just take my hand ...


Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

Oksana Rus

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Moments...

When I think of you
My world is in harmony
How lovely it would be 
Moments spent with you
To feel the places
Where you have been
Where echoes of your presence
Resound there still ...

Prose - Dianne Dawes 
For my dear friend C.B.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Resting Meadows...



I have often dreamt of meadows with this soft golden hue and hoped that one day I could lay down and be enclosed within by it's beauty and the fragrance of wildflowers...to listen to its meadow song and watch the soft blue sky and fluffy white clouds go rolling by! 

-Dianne Dawes
For my dear friend C.B.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Blow O Wind...


Blow O wind to where my loved one is
Touch him and come touch me soon.
I’ll feel his gentle touch through you
And meet his beauty in the moon.
These things are much for the one who loves
One can live by them alone:
That he and I breathe the same air
And that the Earth we tread is one.

-Ramayana

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Nature's Abundance...


I love the play of light on leaves
Their ever changing colours 
The sighing of the meadow grass
When dancing in the breeze 
The flowers with their petals bright 
Dazzling passing bees
Dragon flies on lily pads
Their wings of spun gold 
Little fishes bob their heads 
Ripples on the water
Damsel flys dart here and there
Suspended in the air
Butterflies flit from flower to flower 
Gossamer wings so fair
All this beauty I behold 
The abundance of nature...

Poem - Dianne Dawes - ❤️
Image from Internet 
For my dear friend C.B.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Sunny Hours

Sunny hours
scented flowers
skies of blue
words so true
songs of birds
whispered words
sighing grasses
in the breeze
wind stirs softly
through the leaves
fall to earth
with floating ease
words like heartbeats
leafy bowers
love in blossom
like the flowers
heartfelt memories
fill the hours...

Poem - Dianne Dawes - ♥
For dear C.B 
Image -  Free Wallpaper
Please enlarge

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Morning Hopes...

In the silent moments
Before sunrise
When dawn faintly
Tints the sky
I awake from my dreams
In quiet anticipation
Hoping the morning light
Will bring your words to me
Still wrapped in the warmth
Of my slumber
I read your gentle words to me
Like rose petals they fall around me
And I feel you are there close to me...
Now and I hope no longer
Do you feel so far away...

Prose - Dianne Dawes - ♥
For my dear friend C.B.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

There Is A Place...

There is a place
Where I go
When lost in thought
A place of solitude
In quiet repose
Surrounded by flowers
The scent of the meadow
The sun's warm glow
The song of wild grasses
And Nature's boundless flow
A place where just 'being'
Is enough...

Poem - Dianne Dawes - ♥
Wallpaper Image - Please enlarge
For my dear friend C.B.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Autumn Light...



Soft light falling gently
On flowers so pure
Picked this Autumn morning
So fresh, so demure
Daisies from the garden
It matters not from where
Just a small memento
To guide your thoughts here...

Poem - Dianne Dawes - ♥
For dear C.B., in sincerity and  friendship
My Image

Saturday, May 13, 2017

At The End Of The Day...


After all of the troubles of the day 
And there have been many
The daily problems
That just won't go away 
My life in constant turmoil
The beauty of the flowers 
Is not enough to console me
Though I have dreamt it
And I know it could never be
At the end of the day
How lovely it would be
To look to you for comfort 
And find myself wrapped 
In the warmth of your arms tonight...

Poem - Dianne Dawes -
For my dear friend C.B.
Rose Wallpaper

Sunday, May 7, 2017

A Bouquet of Lilies

A bouquet of lilies
So pure, so white
Blossoms for friendship
For love
Rapt in a mist of fragrance
Evoking the essence of Spring...

Prose - Dianne Dawes -
For my dear friend C.B.


Sunday, April 30, 2017

By Your Side...


Life moves forward
until all hope is lost
Time is stolen, wasted
by the moments we regret
If I could turn back time
I would be right there by your side
Like the first rose of Summer
my petals in full blush...

Prose - Dianne Dawes -

For my dear friend C.B.
Pink Rose Wallpaper 
Please enlarge

Monday, April 24, 2017

A Yellow Rose...

Yellow roses bring with them warmth and happiness, a symbol of the joy your friendship brings to me.
For you dear C.B., I have not forgotten you, your friendship is so precious to me.

                 Yellow Rose Wallpaper: Please enlarge image

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

If Only ...


If only we had met long ago 
If fate had placed us
On the same journey
And our paths had crossed
If we had grown together
Sharing a lifetime
And making memories
Of our own, I wonder 
Where were you all that time ago?
Back then when I was young
When I was a flower blossoming
A bud whose petals were unfolding
My face fresh with the beauty of youth
My life ahead of me, one of promise
To share in true happiness
Then you might look at me now with love
With eyes that still hold those memories
How sad that after our separate lives
And our opposite directions
That our paths should cross now
When it seems too late...
And you only see me now
At the end of my Summer days
When my beauty has faded, gone 
Yet you still see the beauty of me
That is still within . . .
But you will find that is not enough 
Time has taken away so much
And I could not bear to see
The disappointment 
On your face
If we were to meet ...

Poem - Dianne Dawes
For dear C.B.
I have listened again to the beauty of the words of the song, 
I have not turned my back on you.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Easter Blessings

 To wish you all dear friends the blessings of Easter!
Your friend, Dianne. xoxoxo ♥

Please enlarge image.



Sunday, March 26, 2017

Veiled Beauty...

Time will not decrease her beauty
Nor the years age or alter
For the sweetness of her face
Shall remain
And the grace with which she stands
Be etched in marble forever
For her loveliness has been captured
In a moment in time
She was once mortal
But she lives no more...
But I wonder, does she have a heart of stone?
Or does it still beat with love and passion
Within her marble facade
Does she long to be freed
From this pedestal on which she stands?
And one day should her true love arrive
Can she break free from her prison of stone
And walk hand in hand by his side...

Prose - Dianne Dawes - ♥
For dear C.B.
Image - Veiled Female Nude - Emilio Fiaschi - 1858 -1941 - Please Enlarge

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Finding My Way Back...


I feel sad that I have not been here
For I miss you one and all
Somehow the words escape me
I have lost them along the way
I'm having trouble finding my way back
To the place where my words left off 
I look for the rays of sunshine
Glowing faintly up ahead
If I can just reach out and touch them
Perhaps I will find myself again ...

Prose - Dianne Dawes -
Image - Wallpaper - dandelion-field-sunset

Monday, January 30, 2017

For a while...



I thought I felt you passing by
You brought happiness into my world
For a while
Perhaps I was dreaming
For I feel your presence wanting now
The warmth of your words
And treasured memories
Will always make me smile…

Poem - Dianne Dawes -
For dear C.B.