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, October 15, 2010

homage to love and klimt...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
i think of the love of mine
and am immobilized
my heart crystallized
in just one kiss of time
~ ~ ~




















on
gossamer
wings
in 
silent
flight
the
moon
flew
her
to
him
in
dreams
of
golden
 
 
 
liquid nights
~ ~ ~
 
 




once upon a velvet dream
in a heart of red cherry cream
where stars swim their way upstream
and love cries out in silent screams

there was you
~ ~ ~





 
 
 
 
 
 
i feel your eyes   
with no disguise
caress my longing heart
it is then at love’s bequest
we come together never part
and sweet sweet death
comes for me

floating in that crimson sea
~ ~ ~



 
come swim with me
in silent streams
of love’s soft dreams
~ ~ ~

6 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

You're BACK!! And how wonderful it is to see you again, Gypsy, and to immerse myself in your world of color and beauty.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

me you, too, lady!!! my whole body and soul feel as if "we" just need to ABSORB it all, i've missed you all so! so wonderful to "see" you again!!!

Eye-shuh said...

I love the loves soft dreams.. sounds so pretty. :) I wanna go there. ahh its so flowy !

GYPSYWOMAN said...

me, too, eye-shuh - a lovely place to be!!! ;)

Steppenwolf said...

Words strung on a gossamer thread and speckled with candy dew drops that sparkle like opaque diamonds in the morning light and cascade like bluebirds taking flight into the soft ruby pulp at the heart of the Sun’s beating – words that glisten golden, like sunflowers embroidered into Gustav’s shirt.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, my, dear sir - but you leave me speechless!!! wordless in light of your own words - beautiful!