Touch on Touch

Touch on touch
Softness on softness
Your kiss is just
A breath away
The anticipation
A wave of want
And longing
Comes over me
And sweeps me away
Your touch is like a ripple
On the pond of my soul
The stream of life flows
Between us, unstoppable
Warm and loving
Its effect is far reaching
And becomes a part of
My very being . . .

Poem: Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Pink Rose Free Wallpaper

Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee

Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee,
Shall nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving,
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving,
Come back, and dwell with me.

I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still,
I know my sunshine pleases,
Despite thy wayward will.

When day and evening blending,
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen the spirit bending
In fond idolatry.

I've watched thee every hour;
I know my mighty sway:
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given,
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet few would ask a heaven
More like this earth than thine.

Then let my winds caress thee
Thy comrade let me be:
Since nought beside can bless thee,
Return---and dwell with me.

Emily Brontë 1818 - 1848

Image: Still from Tess of the D'Urbervilles Masterpiece Classics- (Novel by Thomas Hardy)

A Little While, A Little While

A LITTLE while, a little while,
This weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.

Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart--
What thought, what scene invites thee now
What spot, or near or far apart,
Has rest for thee, my weary brow?

There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.

The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear--
So longed for--as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown,
I love them--how I love them all!

Still, as I mused, the naked room,
The alien firelight died away;
And from the midst of cheerless gloom,
I passed to bright, unclouded day.

A little and a lone green lane
That opened on a common wide;
A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain
Of mountains circling every side.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dream-like charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

That was the scene, I knew it well;
I knew the turfy pathway's sweep,
That, winding o'er each billowy swell,
Marked out the tracks of wandering sheep.

Could I have lingered but an hour,
It well had paid a week of toil;
But Truth has banished Fancy's power:
Restraint and heavy task recoil.

Even as I stood with raptured eye,
Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear,
My hour of rest had fleeted by,
And back came labour, bondage, care.

Emily Jane Brontë - 1818 - 1848

The preceding poem was composed at twilight, in the school room, when the leisure of the evening play-hour brought back in full tide the thoughts of home.

I have included a link here to Poet's Corner, it contains a brief and personal narrative of the short life of Emily Brontë written thoughtfully by her sister Charlotte.

Image: A view from Brontë Way towards Haworth, Photograph by Tim Green via Flickr (Creative Commons)

Moonlight

In the silent hours of the night
when all is quiet and still
Through my window
shafts of moonlight
dance throughout my room
Softy shining all around
they cast their argent spell
Dancing shadows on the wall
the silhouettes of leaves
Softly swaying in the night
stirring in the breeze
All around the moonbeams shine
casting everything with light
Changing pale to crystalline
lighting all within my sight
Such a vision to behold
as it weaves this magic night
Turning darkness into bright
with shining, silver light . . .

Poem by Dianne D ... ♥
Image: 'Moonlight Sky' free Wallpaper

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.