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 -


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...

Saturday, October 23, 2010

the darkness of love...

came upon her
surrounded her
wrapped her
in its blanket of night
but still sleep
eluded her
evaded her
very soul
her heart racing
through thoughts of him
so far away
eyes closed
succumbed to
the darkness within
held softly in
the arms of
his own dreams
of her


linda said...

there's something very compelling about the way the photo up top lays above the words, as if she's falling or gliding away...hmmm, this is as always, sad, this yearning that always seems there, so often unabated, i begin to actually think "she" must be getting damned sick of this yearning stuff... :)

anyway, i am gently kidding you, sweets, hoping you are well...this is lovely, as always and very moving....you have been working on your blogs it seems...they are looking wonderful!

Anonymous said...

To love deeply, intensely, fully; to be loved in return deeply, intensely, fully; yet to be shackled, both, by a trick of Fate in responsibiltiy to others, creates a sense of yearning, of loss, unlike any other. We must know, somewhere in our soul of souls, that there will be a Time and a Place when we will be Together again with the ultimate freedom to express that Love unimpeded, and it is that KNOWING, that Promise of another Time and Place, which keeps us intact. cj

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

I'm just so glad you're back in blogland. As always, this whole post is tremendously moving. Just beautiful.


oh, dear linda, i'm not sure that "she" will ever tire of the unending love she has for him and him for her - or of the yearning which is the only thing to which she can now lay claim - yes, a bit of work on the blogs - love the new format and am so happy you like - i especially like the larger space for the posts - so wonderful to have you drop by lady - do come again soon and have a glorious day!


my dear cousin - i could not say it better should i try - and so i shall not - you said it - and said it all - hugs -


and i'm so happy to be back here, trish, here with my fabulous friends who have touched my life in so many ways - ;)