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 - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Thursday, October 30, 2008

sanctuary

u
r
mine
i
am
yours

take me away

the
sight
of
you
the
scent
of
you
the
taste
of
you
take
me
away





Friday, October 24, 2008

come in
i've been expecting you
there's a knock
on the door and
Love walks through
he lights the fire

he smiles a smile
as though Love
were going to stay a while
and the fire breathes

and weaves its spell
but then Love runs out
of lies to tell
for Love is restless

Love's a flirt
Love has places to go
and people to hurt
so here's the shovel

to smother the flame
tomorrow you'll barely
remember my name
and I'll try to forget you
my dearest one
as a prisoner tries
to forget the sun
for life holds no purpose,

Love holds no charms
since I beheld you
in another's arms.....

by paul valery
translated by c day lewis
from TILL THERE WAS YOU