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.

Far and Away ...

Thoughts of you
who are so far away
I wonder what you do
to fill your days
Let go of the past
and find your way
Have you travelled enough
to find what you seek
Is your heart now fulfilled
and your life complete?

The soft days of Spring
have now come and gone
And Summer now warms
with her brilliant sun ...
Will you return to us soon
before Autumn colours the trees
And did you find that the yellow flowers
still bloom in Tuscany?

Poem : Dianne D ... ♥
Image : Yellow Flowers in Tuscany

Words of Yesterday

On a cold Winter's morning
The birds still sing their song
But I cannot find my voice
Somehow it has gone
Maybe I have lost it
In my words of yesterday
Or perhaps I just misplaced it
In the lyrics of a song
They held so much promise
In the warmth of days gone by
And they seemed to have some purpose
When spoken yesterday
In the emptiness of the present
They seem so far away
Perhaps they were lost
Somewhere along the way
Wasted, spent, rejected
Who knows anyway...
Maybe I shall find them
In the colour of the day
Amongst the petals of a flower
I can hope ... anyway!

Poem : Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Tulip 'Charming Beauty'

A Field of Flowers

Out of the shadows
And into the light
No more shades of grey
I want to wake to sun filled hours
Walk amongst the fragrant flowers
I want a world of colour . . .
No matter what sadness comes my way
What fate awaits me every day
It does not matter anyway
For somewhere in the world each day
A field still blooms with flowers . . .

Poem: Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Delicate Wildflowers Monique Haen Free Images