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...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

sometimes.....


sometimes in my sleepless dreams
i clutch at you then lose my grip
and wonder where it is
your heart has skipped
somewhere in my sleepless dreams

sometimes in my sleeping life
i look at you then lose my sight
and wonder why it is
your heart has taken flight
somewhere in my sleeping life

and sometimes in the me of me
i think of you then drop the key
and wonder where it fell
our love now gone to hell
somewhere in the me of me

sometimes
somewhere

i
still
clutch
at you
look
at you
think
of you
and

wonder
some
times
.
.
.

4 comments:

Trish said...

Love this one. You manage to express the secrets hidden in everyone's heart.

gypsywoman said...

you know, trish, i'm not really sure from whence this one came - from way in the past of pasts - but i love it too - and i so cherish your always kind words!

karena said...

He must have really been somethin'.
This is beautiful.
Thanks for your wish for good weekend over at Maggie's garden...I've been a bit of a lousy blogger these days...not posting much or commenting. This heat has everyone in a blah mood...just trying to keep cool.
Hope your enjoying your summer....and that the weather in your area is a bit more tolerable.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

actually, this really isn't about "him" karen - and i'm not sure from whence it comes - somewhere deep deep into the past i suppose - but not the him of me -
however, yes, emphatically yes, the him of me IS something - sigh - but another story for another time -
i know what you mean about the heat - my daughter in louisiana sent me a copy of a heat warning for there today - tomorrow temps 105 w/index of 115 - at night cooling down to 100F - i think half the planet is trying to stay cool right now - so do just that - and see me whenever you are so inclined - thanks so much for dropping by -