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, October 4, 2013

dancers of the lavender...

we dance into
the lavender light
as the night moves
between our fevered hips
and cries of the jungle
weave our dream

o dancers
of the lavender night
hold close the stars
upon your burning breasts
as the moon swims
between your fevered lips
and cries of the jungle
fly you free

and the night moves
and the jungle cries
and the moon swims
and the jungle flies


the lavender night

o dancers
of the lavender light




Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That is downright sexy...

Roger Gauthier said...

Here is what I wrote privately elsewhere...


Isn't it sad that I dance like a dead tree? But for the rest... It is so beautifully written, my dear Gitane. And there is nothing sad in this poem. I am so glad that you seem to be yourself once again, in all your glory.

Our paths are kind of parallel, but they bump into each other from time to time... nowhere often enough though. I think of you with mixed emotions. So far and so near. So different, yet so wonderfully similar in some ways.

Except for this sadness that engulfs me from time to time. This cold, this darkness that lurks very near, always.

I love the way you write. A good thing it is that you live far away, dear Gitane. Better this way, with so many words unsaid, so many things understood.

Live fully this life of yours, dear you, and never stop writing those marvellous words of yours.



oh, well, captain ninja, i'm downright flattered - thanks so very much for your comments here - they always brighten my day! ;)


and you, sir...my heart thanks you for your beautiful thoughts and words as we travel this parallel path...happy happy trails...

Trish said...

This is lovely, Gypsy.

Pat said...

A lavender night would be lovely just now.


many thanks, trish!


yes, it would, pat...it truly would...