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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Thursday, January 28, 2010

into the darkness...

goin’ to bed
just at dark
shut my door
open my heart
no words spoken
nothing said
leavin’ that world behind
shutin’ out its distractions
distractions of the day
nothin' there for me
in that world of reality
goin’ into my night
the night of my heart
where only we exist
goin’ into my night
where i wanna stay
travelin’ into my thoughts
my thoughts of you
where time is uninterrupted
and hours don’t exist
findin’ that place with you
all i wanna do
goin’ into the night
into the darkness
goin’ into my darkness
the darkness of me and you
where blackest black is my only guide
the beacon of you calling me
like a moth to the flame
where love is no game
where love is the way
the only way
leading me straight to you
to us to our space our time
our love our life the only life
that is ours
life in the darkness
our love we confess
goin’ all the way in
into the darkness that is ours

lockin’ them out
lockin’ us in
into the darkness
the darkness of us
the darkness of
all things possible
the darkness of
my thoughts


Roger Gauthier said...

What a woman you are, gypsywoman. A woman worthy of love... I do hope that you have the chance of living one. A total love, a love never dying.

Passion may decrease while love will not... Love is living truly.

Many women will trouble a man but his love will remain true, always... love is living for someone else...


I think, Jenean, that you do understand my work. It comes like a shock, as so few do. I do not know how long I will keep up with this blog, and for many reasons. This craft of mine, is it so weird?


oh, roger, as always your words are so poignantly said - and i thank you for each of them as i know from whence they come - from your heart - and of passion and love, surely much to be said there - on love being living for someone else, that is true - in some cases, it can even mean that walking away from that love is the only way to live for that someone else - a real test, "the" real test - [sigh....]

but - the gypsy believes, knows, even, that there are other loves in other camps, just waiting to have someone come along and "light their fire" too! in this life, or the next, even! right?

and so it goes.....

i hope it does not come to pass that you no longer share your magnificent work with all of us - but i understand your reasons - and moreover, i do understand your work, that much is true, also -

Dulce said...

Oh those hours... if only they did not exist IN FACT, so we could grasp them as a gift to be enjoyed in a forever will!

LOVE your poems woman!


absolutely, dulce! grasp them as a gift!!! and what a delicious gift - forever!

Nevine said...

Jenean, you have captured the beauty of the dark, my favorite place. It is only in the darkness that we find our true selves, isn't it? And also in the darkness where we find the true other. The darkness opens up the eye of the mind, so there are no visual distractions... Lovely, Jenean! Just lovely!


Bhavesh Chhatbar said...

There's an award for you on my blog! Take it and showcase it on your blog :)

Beautiful Walls


so right, nevine - the light of darkness - the land of enlightenment, for sure!


thank you very much bhavesh - it's wonderful that your exquisite work is now available to everyone!