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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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

might it be...

might it be that what others see 

is but their version of what is me

for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin

to them in thoughts I bore their sin

loving you to their chagrin

might it be that what they saw

was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw

their hearts bound in thick steel gloves

beating not to heaven above

their long lost souls

blind to love


Calli said...

Again, so beautifully lyrical. Your words flow and feel alive with your soul essence, dear gypsy!

I love that you bring such stunning paintings from some of my most favourite artists.


hello there, gg - well, it's always such fun coming by your place - always a trip down a wonderful memory lane - a beautiful lane -


oh, thank you calli - and some of my favorite artists of all time, as well - wonderful to have you visit here!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

If ever youdoubt that you aren't alive enough, go to your own blogs, gypsy!


oh, trish! i am always so humbled by your sweetness! thank you!!!