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...

Friday, July 8, 2011

o' holy grace...

whispers of your shadow sweep 'cross my face
takin' me to that other place
the place of blood red moons
where stars come out at noon
and mornin's go to bed

with nothin' left unsaid
shadows of your whispers sweep 'cross my face
takin' me to that other place

the place of
holy grace


Grace said...

this is so beautiful...lyrical, in fact. Have you put it to music??? I heard a song in my head as I read it :)



hello there, grace! you know, i have several pieces that i really "felt" were/are lyrics - and would love to hear them as such - just don't know anyone to put them to music -

thanks so much for coming by and especially for your always kind comments!

Trish said...

I agree with Grace! Put out the thought that someone musically inclined with be able to put this lovely poem to music!


you're so right - sometimes it's so hard to see the forest for the trees, trish - or the thoughts for the...... ;)