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

gypsy

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

way

down

deep

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

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

.

.

.

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

.

.

.

kiss me...

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

she
was not

afraid

 

 

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

.

.

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

now

now

that she’s

gone

and

you're

both

all

alone

what of you

what of her

.

.

.

the sun burned my flesh today...

 i thought it was

your kiss

.

.

.

what good these lips...

that no longer taste

his
.
.

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

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