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...

Sunday, December 16, 2012

the moon of what was...


on those cold dark nights
when the moon has taken cover
in the arms of what was

and you are
alone

there

with her

and i am
alone

 

here

with him

we are never closer
to each other
than those nights

under the cover of the moon
of what should have been

alone


together
again

.
.
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9 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

So sad!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

perhaps...but i would so rather have had those 10 minutes of magnificence than a lifetime of mediocre...

thanks so much for dropping by alex - it means a lot!

Shadow said...

we all have someone like this... better under the cover of the moon, than never at all, indeed!

Pat said...

I'm glad you know the difference and can be thankful.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so true, shadow -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

while i know the difference - and value it - not always does that alone make the pain any less - but yes, always thankful - some people never have even a glimpse - thanks so much pat -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

while i know the difference - and value it - not always does that alone make the pain any less - but yes, always thankful - some people never have even a glimpse - thanks so much pat -

Trish said...

As always, beautiful. You and shadow both do magnificent things with language!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

many thanks, trish...takes one to know one, however! ;)