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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Tuesday, October 11, 2011

liquid moonlight...


 
moonlight spilled onto her skin
seeping its way to her heart again
 filling her sleep with its liquid gold
keeping her safe from the dreary cold
of nights no longer warmed by him
and days no longer light but dim
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10 comments:

Cole said...

Rather like this one. It touches me and there is something about the picture too they relate together well.

Nancy said...

Lovely, Gypsy. I loved the liquid gold.

Gemel said...

Sob, sob, sniff :(

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, how wonderful to have you come by dear cole! i did this piece some time back the first time and it never got the first comment - so i almost didn't do it again but i must say that there is something about the image that is mesmerizing to me - and the words, seem to me to just fit like liquid gold! ;) the image i played with on one of my photo apps - love the feel of it now -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dear nancy - thanks so very much - it's such a pleasure to have you drop by - all my very best caring thoughts to your little princess! ;)

GYPSYWOMAN said...

yes, sadly so, gemel - but - there are those memories -
;)

Roger Gauthier said...

... at least your moon is rather special, a special warm moon for la Gitane...

You are blessed indeed. Here the moon is always ashen and pallid, and its light colder than death.

RTP

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ah, there you are, man from the cold - there's plenty of room under the warm moon so warm yourself there for a while - sit - be warm - and forget - just for a while - sometimes i do not feel blessed but in my heart i know i am in many ways - yet - there is that longing for more at times -

Spider said...

So captivating, i am drown in it! The moonlight has always been a piece of magic and the confort for the lonly ones!

xoxox

GYPSYWOMAN said...

there is something about the golden green in this image that just captivates me too - and it seems so perfect with the words - yes, just the smallest touch of moonlight can warm our hearts -