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 - imaginedand/or real - come along with me -we'll danceamong 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...
WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and LEAVE ME A NOTE IN THE SAND...
You, Woman, lover of lovers, the best... lover of yourself and of love itself... Lady... no matter how few the words you write... they always get to touch my heart
dear dulce - well, your kind words always humble me so, lady of words, yourself! and comments such as this make the blogworld go round and round, for which i thank you, dear lady! ;)
Nothing more to be said, isn't it, sweet Jenean? There is something in you... I'm shivering, this half-light is cold cold cold cold... It's dark tonight, so late in the dying day. Dark, rolling clouds hide your moon and kill its light.
Cold! It's how I know that life is ebbing away. Cold in winter, cold in summer, total darkness soon to hide everything. The Angel of Death... will I still love? I fear not.
tis true, roger, nothing more "needs" to be said - it was all said long ago and far away - it's just that we only now have heard it and know it - but that's all that matters really - the now - would that mere words could take away your cold and darkness - and you know i will never close my eyes on your own beautiful light - never!
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You,
Woman,
lover of lovers, the best...
lover of yourself
and of love itself...
Lady...
no matter how few the words you write...
they always get to touch my heart
:)
D.
dear dulce - well, your kind words always humble me so, lady of words, yourself! and comments such as this make the blogworld go round and round, for which i thank you, dear lady! ;)
Nothing more to be said, isn't it, sweet Jenean? There is something in you... I'm shivering, this half-light is cold cold cold cold... It's dark tonight, so late in the dying day. Dark, rolling clouds hide your moon and kill its light.
Cold! It's how I know that life is ebbing away. Cold in winter, cold in summer, total darkness soon to hide everything. The Angel of Death... will I still love? I fear not.
Don't close your eyes on the shrinking light.
Roger
tis true, roger, nothing more "needs" to be said - it was all said long ago and far away - it's just that we only now have heard it and know it - but that's all that matters really - the now - would that mere words could take away your cold and darkness - and you know i will never close my eyes on your own beautiful light - never!
Fabulous. This work really struck a chord. I know the moon.
ah, a moon lover, too! and i confess, my own true love!
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