Memories of You

My memories of you

Are like sunshine on flowers

Their brightness always

Lights the hours

When the days are grey

And you’re not here

I wonder why

Have you no words to share?

I look to the clouds

To wish them away

Hoping to find you

In the sun’s first rays…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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Love Is A Mystery

 Love is a Mystery - Ludovico Einaudi

Love is a mystery

It takes me by surprise

Like ripples on the water

I am carried along

Its beauty takes over

I have no control

I become the music

And the heart of this song...

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

Pour C.B.

 

From My Heart ...

I look to the sky

Watching my hopes

Drift away 

As silently as the clouds

I look to the horizon

You are no longer there

I cannot feel your presence

Either close by

Or watching from afar

I don’t understand

Your absence or your silence

The warmth of you

And your words

No more 

I think of your friendship

For what it was and for

What is was not

It was enough

For once long ago

I had dreams of more

With no expectations

Of you ever caring for me

But I understood

It could never be more

I dared to say how I felt

Honestly and innocently

From my Heart

Was that wrong of me?

For now I am left

Feeling confused, alone

And completely lost

And missing you so much

And I don’t recall you

Saying "Goodbye"...

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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Have I Told You?

Have I told you?

How much I miss you

When I look for you

Beyond the horizon

And you’re not there

Time passes so quickly

And yet time stands still

As I hold onto your

Last words to me

I remember

You spoke of a hot summers

Night in Spain

Beneath a maroon sky

Pierced through with shining stars

Amongst the long cool grass

You sought rest

You drifted in and out of slumber

And as you slept

I wished I had been there

To be with you

To be near you, quietly

Just to hear you breathe…

Prose - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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If I Knew...

If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you

I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul

If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door

I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more 

If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice 

I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again

If I knew this is the last time I see you

I’d tell you "I love you"

and would not just assume foolishly you know it already.

From - One Hundred Years of Solitude

Gabriel Garcia Márquez.  

6th March 1927 - 17th April 2014

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