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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Friday, July 16, 2010

in midnight dreams...

in midnight dreams
where everything’s as it seems
and possibilities become love’s only theme
he thinks of her
tastes her sweet lips
and cries her name
in midnight dreams
where everything’s as it seems

and she -
she waits
for him
where taste and possibility are linked
and everything’s as it seems
in midnight dreams

- to JB who remains in my own midnight dreams -


Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Love this one. It does seem that all is possible in dreams.


truly, it is possible - in dreams!

Dulce said...

woman of love and passion an expert. This is as sweet as love itself...
I mean to say I love it... your style is just unique!
Thanks for being there

Desert Rose said...

Ohh..Gypsy! in midnight dreams we live always as it seems,so enjoyed this read! so passionate..you are a soul of love..thank you for sharing..

and thanks for your kind words..it means a lot to me..:)

Wild Rose said...

Gypsy Lady,

Again you struck gold and this time tables have been turned he's also missing her and badly wanting her whole. These two lines below melted my heart..
"he thinks of her tastes her sweet lips and cries her name"
I so feel his lips too and his cry makes my heart skip a bit. I love the intensity of this piece and thank you so much for your lovely words at my sanctuary~

Hugs and enjoy your weekend~
Wild Rose~

Nevine said...

In midnight dreams... I stay... and disappear... for fear... of returning to daylight's reality.

Oh, Jenean, how beautiful to be reading your words inspired by the one for whom you dedicate this sublime piece. Isn't it wonderful to share a love that completes us so? A love that allows us to think and act and dream... together?

As always, it is your writings of desire and yearning that make my heart flutter and tremble...



lady dulce! your words always my day make! here - and there!


midnight dreams, desert rose! the place where all things in all ways are possible - and everything really is as it seems!


wild rose - what better taste than those sweet lips, in midnight dreams - and yes, he longs for her and misses her as she does him - sigh -

thanks so much for your visits here and your own kind words, lady!


dearest nevine - yes, the living and loving of all in midnight dreams - no place else i'd rather be - and desire and yearning, the "real" stuff of life and love!

thanks so much for coming by - my little feeble words here have missed your visits, dear lady!