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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Sunday, May 16, 2010

i lay alone...
































i lay alone tonight
wrapped only in moonbeams
and sweet golden dreams

of you

9 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

OK, who is your secret lover, Gypsy? This is beautiful!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

hmmmm.....they gypsy's heart has many many secrets, trish! ;)

glad you like!!!

Unknown said...

When I first saw the image I thought it must be William Blake.

Ahhh what beautiful love affairs you dream of Jenean.

Love now while we are still young??? for soon we will be laid beneath the tombstone.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, yes, 'tis true, i do, trevor! dream of beautiful love affairs - and love now, too - even though i'm not sure how "young" is qualified by the world in general - but i shall never not dream of love nor act in love!!! ah, love - yes, it is the nectar of my own soul!!!

and what's this tombstone stuff? i'm going with immortality, dear sir!!!

Roger Gauthier said...

A woman in a cold moon
Behind the golden clouds

Look gypsy woman! Of course she's lonely, alone in a cold moon, alone with dwarfs, goblins and other mischievous creatures. Look.

The signal gets weaker, I'm losing you.

-- From Up North

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and there you are, dear sir from the north! so wonderful to see you again - ah, but the fair lady is not lonely, only alone - there is a difference, is there not? and i think she is not cold as she is wrapped in the beautiful moonbeams and her sweet sweet dreams of her true love, which warm her through the night -

the signal remains strong and vibrant - you have only to touch the key -

Anonymous said...

Eloquence etched in so few words. I feel the ethereal loneliness in her pining. "Wrapped in moonbeams", a delicate transcendence.

GypsyWoman, I cant keep up. You are a posting machine!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, hello sharla!!! i'm so sorry to be just now seeing your sweet note - pls forgive my not leaving notes as i would like at your place - have had so many things going on but i do come over and ready your marvelous words - actually, was there just a few minutes ago and wanted to comment about genre etc but am running out the door as i type :)

thanks so much!! please come again soon - you know i'm one of your biggest fans!!!

Desert Rose said...

another truth that i live every single night..hmmmm..beautiful!