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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Monday, February 28, 2011

postcard from the caravan...

it's the beginning of spring and after the long winter, i've decided to take a break -
so, the caravan will be parked for a while -

 i'll keep the campfires burning bright with warm thoughts of you till we meet again -
until then - 
peace and love

Saturday, February 26, 2011

way down deep...

where do you hide your love for me
way down deep in the deep blue sea
way down deep
in your deep blue eyes
deeper deep than the heaven’s skies
i know where you hide your love for me

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

sins of the heart...

what sin is it we did commit
which of our acts must we repent
that fate conspires to tear apart
the gods alone should love impart
that though our hearts beat true as one
we may not love till life is done
what sin is it
our hearts commit

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

thoughts in blue...

the thought of him and
her heart quickened its beat

the thought of him and
her soul dissolved in heat

the thought of him
now her only feat

the thought of him
she was no longer her

she had become

the thought of him

Sunday, February 20, 2011

a one act play...

and he -
he sat
his back away from her
his eyes cast down into eternity
he could not bear to look
their hearts were open books

and she -
she stood
her back away from him
her eyes cast up into eternity

he knew his life before had stopped – had come to final rest
his head held captive ‘tween her creamy breasts

and  he
he succumbed to his longing heart as he sat there
her fingers wandering through his thick thick hair

and she

she smiled
her eyes cast up into eternity

Thursday, February 17, 2011

she stayed...

there was nothing
she did not shrink
that he could tell her
his words did not deter
that she did not
he was her lot
already know
her love she did bestow
and yet she stayed
for his love she had prayed

was not

Sunday, February 13, 2011

she tried it all...

she tried it all
to fill it up
to fill it in

all those empty spaces
all that life wasted
where to begin
in time with no end
arms that held her tight
held her close through the night
lips that kissed her own
but none of them were home
where was her heart
since they were apart

she tried it all
to fill it up
to fill it in

she tried it all

Friday, February 11, 2011

and now?

and what of you when she went away
when she slipped from view that cold dark day

did a part of her remain perchance
remnant of your swirling shadow dance

and what of you when she came back not
when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot

did a piece of her lodge in your heart
remnant of your mind’s work of art

and what of you now since she’s been gone
when with her she took your brilliant dawn

and what of her since she slipped from sight
when with you she left her beloved night

and what of her since she went away
when from you she left ‘fore judgment day

and what of you
and what of her


that she’s


what of you
what of her

Friday, February 4, 2011

she thinks of him...

she thinks of him
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by

on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart

on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors

she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love


on nights crisscrossed
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was

on nights inglorious
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
she thinks of him

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

this heart of mine...

take this
my weeping heart
that cries in vain
for your lost name

take this
my bleeding heart
what can it now impart

yes, take this
my wounded heart
it was yours
from the start

take this
my heart