unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

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Saturday, December 26, 2009

tonight -



tonight i have no verse to write -
no stream of consciousness words
flowing forth -
no newly formed thoughts
to set out here -
tonight as each night 
there is only
the absence of you
the absence of us
of all that was
all that could have been
should have been
it is this nothingness that permeates
my soul
my being
my heart
it is this absence
that i taste
that i smell
that i touch
that i see
and hear
and feel
and
will
forever
more -
there is not
a cell in my body
that does not
scream out
your name
into the
dark revolting
nothingness of now
not a cell
in my body
that does not ache
long, yearn, beg
barter with the gods
for your touch
for the sight of you
the sound of you
for the scent of you
the taste of you -
but tonight -
tonight as each night -
yes, tonight
i will evade
this macabre reality
escaping into the shadow world
where we
still
are -
tonight, yes,
tonight as each night
we will be
together again -
together
in our dreams -
tonight -

7 comments:

Roger Gauthier said...

I've learned to hide in part behind fences. There comes a time when cold is a better friend.

Cold never acts... in cold blood. Cold doesn't care, one cannot barter with it.

Cold is like a dangerous friend: you cope with it until you can't fight anymore.

Then it's time to get out.

Roger G.

Roger Gauthier said...

... and I forgot to tell, you still do write beautifully. The fact is, though, I'm still fighting that other battle and, as I feared, Life itself will never be the same.

Roger G.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i too have been in the cold before -
and i got out -
never looking back never to return -

this other battle of which you speak - i know you can defeat the enemy - but first the enemy must be identified - must be remembered, oui?

Dulce said...

Oh this dream is awesome! Shame- best love is capsuled in dreams...


So much passion-Beautifully written.

Smiles ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hello lady dulce! thanks for comment - and you're right - best love capsuled in dreams - not all the time, but nevertheless...

Deb Kirkeeide said...

Sometimes it is sad that some loves will never live beyond the dream and shadows, it remains ever perfect there, but there is always that longing to bring it into the light.

So glad you are back with all your words of passion!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ah, yes, love visited in shadowland! love perfect - untainted - unchanged! forever!