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 long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

Oksana Rus

Saturday, August 26, 2017


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 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.


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 
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