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, September 2, 2010

vanilla dreams...

come to me
in the night
with my soul ignite

glide your way
into my bed
whisper words unsaid
 

slide your way
into my sleep
where love we’ll keep

for who knows
when and where
we may meet

besides in
midnight dreams
of vanilla cream


so lay with me in vanilla dreams
where love flows free in silent streams
die with me that sweet sweet death
then live again in passion’s breath

9 comments:

GYPSYWOMAN said...

just missin' all your little wordmorsels over this way - so scatter a few around, won't you? this little piece was put together from two on another blog post -

bon appetit!

Rick said...

Hmmmm
I'm all for midnight dreams and vanilla cream
it's the waking up that's hard
~rick

cassini said...

hola ,
un trabajo excelente ! me encanta !

abrazos

Susan Deborah said...

I can think of a dozen thing to do with Vanilla cream and midnight!

Jenean, where have you been? Seems like a long time. Hope all is well.

Joy and peace,
Susan

GYPSYWOMAN said...

but rick, the secret is to live the dream!!! ;)

thanks for strollin' by, mister! where are you these days? still running the highways and byways?

GYPSYWOMAN said...

cassini - muchas gracias por venir y por las amables palabras! tan feliz que te gusta - que ves en tu casa - tenga un gran día!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dearest susan! yes, it has been a while - just overwrought with family situations and things thereof lately - needing some down time - some nothing time - you know? :) but i always miss my dear friends here so much when i'm away for even a little bit! especially friends such as you!! hope your life is gently held today!

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

I can see I missed out on quite a bit of gypsy wisdom!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

trish, well, i'm not sure 'bout the wisdom, but......there's always the passion! ;)