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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Sunday, July 24, 2011

the vault...


the sealed vault my life has become
when to your touch i did succumb
dark chambers brimmed with love un-lived
acts done acts not done to forgive 
lost in moments of love supreme

savage screams from yesterdays dreams
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4 comments:

Nevine said...

Jenean, I can hear these words echoing in the hollowness of that vault... echoing eternally and heard inside the darkest soul.

What lovely words for all of us to ponder upon. We have all, haven't we, felt their vibrations inside our spirits. Lovely!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, love lost echoing in the hollowness of that vault - echoing inside the darkest soul - the only thing remaining - the echoes -
thank you so much for your always insightful comments here, dear nevine! we are so much alike in our thoughts!

Ciccia said...

Lovely gypsywoman! You have a way with words that touch the heart. We say "struggente" in Italian. Hugs!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, how wonderful to have you drop by all the way from italy, dear lady! and italy, the land of lovers, yes? i cannot tell you how i yearn to visit there - perhaps even find my own little abode under the tuscan sun! hugs back -