But, you brought me some memories with your beautiful words.
This is one of the first songs I played on my violin c1940. My mother on piano, and my sister on the 'cello:
"When day is done and shadows fall, I dream of you. When day is done, I think of all the joys we knew That yearning returning to hold you in my arms, Won't go, love, I know, love, Without you night has lost its charms!
When day is done and grass is wet with twilight's dew, My lonely heart is sinking with the sun. Although I miss your tender kiss the whole day through, I miss you most of all when day is done."
I love the precision and clarity of your chosen language. Words like, "smudges" and "creeping" add layers of depth and complexity to your simple reflection.
nice one. Words that have the feeling of cool breeze.. love them.
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How very soothing and peaceful. You. Are. So. Good.
ReplyDeletewarmth comes forth !
ReplyDeletevery relaxing, have a cup of chamomile tea with this one.
thank you Shadow
This is really soothing. I like it!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I don't want the end of a day to come.
ReplyDeleteOther times, I am overjoyed to finally be at the end of a day.
Thanks for the post Shadow.
Nighty night dear girl...
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty picture, it makes me look forward to the days end.
ReplyDeleteI started to relax, then the pigeons came out. Always pigeons.
ReplyDeleteI sure like yours better, Shadow.
ReplyDeleteBut, you brought me some memories with your beautiful words.
This is one of the first songs I played on my violin c1940. My mother on piano, and my sister on the 'cello:
"When day is done and shadows fall,
I dream of you.
When day is done, I think of all the joys we knew
That yearning returning to hold you in my arms,
Won't go, love, I know, love,
Without you night has lost its charms!
When day is done and grass is wet with twilight's dew,
My lonely heart is sinking with the sun.
Although I miss your tender kiss the whole day through,
I miss you most of all when day is done."
Written by: Robert Katscher/George Gard DeSylva
really nice -- wrapped up in a big sweater & blanket on a porch ...
ReplyDeleteoh btw, i see faces in the clouds ...lol
I love the precision and clarity of your chosen language. Words like, "smudges" and "creeping" add layers of depth and complexity to your simple reflection.
ReplyDeletenice one. Words that have the feeling of cool breeze.. love them.
ReplyDeleteHey come on over and follow my new blog endeavor - humanus augmentis It is a new blog for tech-gadget fans and the like... and as always.. see you back over at
con·tin·u·um. Thanks for following and all your great comments! :)
A nice fall/winter image of the end of the day..
ReplyDeletePeaceful ...
ReplyDeleteJune in Oz
I really enjoyed this. You really captured the end of a day. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSo now at bedtime I am going to read your blog, it is just so amazing and this is so peaceful and filled with love.
ReplyDeletei like the poems and pictures here..... especially the metal man in the moon....
ReplyDeleteLoved the photo. The poem fits it very well.
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