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...
WANDER OVER TO MY OTHER CAMPFIRES and LEAVE ME A NOTE IN THE SAND...
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Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, November 5, 2009
the dark and dangerous...
he found her dark and dangerous
but how or why she did not know
was it
his own closed mind
his own blinded black soul
his own bitter brittle heart
that found her dark
that found her dangerous
did he not know that from the
smoldering magma that was her
grew the magnificent transvaal daisy
raising its glorious red orange head to the heavens
the flower that was sunshine here on earth
did he not see that from the
smoldering igneous rock that
was her soul
spewed forth the shimmering steam
that with its incandescent mist dropped beauty all around
did he not feel that from the
erupting firey flow
but how or why she did not know
was it
his own closed mind
his own blinded black soul
his own bitter brittle heart
that found her dark
that found her dangerous
did he not know that from the
smoldering magma that was her
grew the magnificent transvaal daisy
raising its glorious red orange head to the heavens
the flower that was sunshine here on earth
did he not see that from the
smoldering igneous rock that
was her soul
spewed forth the shimmering steam
that with its incandescent mist dropped beauty all around
did he not feel that from the
erupting firey flow
that was her spirit
came a burning river of passion
channeling its way to his own
he found her dark and dangerous
but how or why she did not know
her spirit
her core
were
all
aglow
came a burning river of passion
channeling its way to his own
he found her dark and dangerous
but how or why she did not know
could he not see
her soulher spirit
her core
were
all
aglow
Labels:
beauty,
love,
original words gypsywoman,
perspective
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