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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Thursday, November 10, 2011

o' holy grace...

whispers of your shadow sweep 'cross my lonely face
takin' me to that other place
the place of blood red moons
where stars come out at noon
and mornin's go to bed
with nothin' left unsaid
shadows of your whispers sweep 'cross my lovin' face
takin' me to that other place
 
the place of
holy grace
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2 comments:

Nevine said...

Oh, how I love the bit about the stars coming out at noon. What a beautiful thought... and a haunting image inside that thought. The stars the stars! Just beautiful, Jenean!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

dearest nevine! how i've missed you - and me back and forth with you - another time of all those other lives taking us away - but here you are and with such sweet words for which my heart is so grateful - i love the thought of the stars coming out at noon too - and actually was sitting outside in the sunshine when i wrote this, looking at the blue sky - we are all part of the whole regardless the particular whole - the heart or the universe - so wonderful to have you come by, nevine!