Where Love Takes Us . . .

I feel I have nothing to offer
nothing left any more
I am tired I am weary
Scratch the surface
of this happy facade
this mask that I wear
and there you will
find nothing
but lost hopes
and emptiness
I cannot explain
how I reached this place
This is not what I had hoped for
not what I had wished
but here I am just the same
chasing shadows and dreams
which disappear
get so close
but always
just out of reach
I wanted to go
where love takes us
that happy state
where we blossom and grow
that feeling of belonging
where all we perceive
has a rosey glow
but I wonder now
if I shall ever know. . .

Poem by Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Red and White Rose Petals - Free Wallpaper

The Hours

The hours of my life

Are measured in heart beats

And moments of loneliness

When I am not with you

My heart is heavy

From sadness and solitude

I long for the moment

When I shall find you

And be cradled in your arms

Hold me so closely

So that I shall feel whole once again

My journey to find you

Has been lonely

And far too long

I seem to be on an endless search

To find myself within the comfort of you ...

The Hours - Philip Glass
Piano - Branka Parlic
Poem - Dianne D ...♥

Kiss The Rain . . .

Kiss The Rain - Yiruma

I hope you all enjoy this beautiful piano piece by Yiruma and the images and sentiments which have been added by the composer of this video.
It is raining here tonight, I cannot find the words for an appropriate poem to reflect my feelings, I am alone once again and I have no-one to kiss but the rain, this video somehow seemed just right . . . ♥

I suggest that you might like to watch the video in full screen on YouTube to get the best effect, the next music video 'Love Me' is also beautiful.

Sadness In My Solitude

And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

Lyrics: from "After The Storm" - Mumford and Sons
Image: Solitude - Pencil sketch by Dianne D . . . ♥

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.

John Keats - 1795 - 1821
Image: Still from Jane Campion's 2009 film, Bright Star

Where is your Love?

I hear your softest whispers
as you come into my dreams
You come to me so softly
just before the dawn
In that quiet time of dreaming
before night slips into morn
Your words are those of sweetness
they fill me with desire
When you tell me that you want me
you set my heart on fire
As you hold me so closely
hear the softness of my sighs
I feel your soft caresses
and melt into your arms
One more lasting kiss
I am completely disarmed
Your kisses are so tempting
Oh how can I resist . . .
It would be so lovely to surrender
and feel the pleasure of your charms
To give into my feelings
Take me, love me, I am yours . . .

But in the sobering light of morning
when I find that you have gone
I would have to ask myself
Where is your love?

Poem: Dianne D ... ♥
Image: 'Alone' Pencil sketch with paint wash adapted from a picture by Dianne D.

See My Heart, Feel My Heart ...

Dearest one,
Do you see my heart?
Each day it fades just a little
Its canvas is no longer bright
With the warm colours of love
It is painted with my tears
Feel my heart, it is breaking
I had allowed myself to hope, to dream
Of the impossible, it would seem
Now everything is gone from me
There is no longer any certainty
Removed by the coldness of reality
There was a time when being together
Was something I had wished for
I hoped that you would want me
I cannot feel this any more
The candle of hope
Which once burned so brightly
Has faded, is extinguished
Loneliness consumes me
And takes with it the light
The hours pass so slowly
When everything is night . . .

Prose: Dianne D . . . ♥
Image: Colors of the Rose Free Wallpaper