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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Saturday, August 13, 2011

you let me be...



 



you
let
me
be
the things i’d long forgot
held me close untied the knots
without a scheme without a plot

you gave me back
who i was before
and didn’t know no more
the one who’d shut that door

you got me back on track
of who i used to be
who i was to me
the gypsy wild banshee

you let me be
the
me
of
me
.
.

4 comments:

Nancy said...

Sounds like a keeper to me...

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, he was but sadly i could not keep him!

Gemel said...

How sad, that the keepers always drift away....

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, true in many instances, gemel, i'm sure - however, in this instance, it was i who drifted [left abruptly] away - honor before all else - although ...............