tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192546280809331581.post1738706324944320586..comments2023-10-02T08:03:36.947-04:00Comments on gypsywomanworld: gypsywoman gypsywoman...GYPSYWOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03042621041213415958noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192546280809331581.post-41699155951754147812011-05-23T18:12:06.401-04:002011-05-23T18:12:06.401-04:00me, too, dear lady, me, too! the wild banshee! th...me, too, dear lady, me, too! the wild banshee! thank you!GYPSYWOMANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03042621041213415958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192546280809331581.post-18738221802223993132011-05-23T13:50:08.064-04:002011-05-23T13:50:08.064-04:00Wild banshee! Just how I imagine you, Leo.Wild banshee! Just how I imagine you, Leo.Trishhttp://www.synchrosecrets.com/synchrosecretsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192546280809331581.post-19277391572513764062011-05-22T21:53:54.099-04:002011-05-22T21:53:54.099-04:00dear cj! what is reality but one of our homes in i...dear cj! what is reality but one of our homes in imagination - there is oft times a very thin line between the two - the imagination of one and the reality of the other - and i think it matters not which or if, even - all that matters is "is" - i've not doubt that he will know and care and understand with or without words spoken - there are many things that are said only with the eyes and the heart - and those are the important things!GYPSYWOMANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03042621041213415958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192546280809331581.post-76189740317009285242011-05-22T12:22:02.417-04:002011-05-22T12:22:02.417-04:00And you have done it yet again, sweet Gyps: reache...And you have done it yet again, sweet Gyps: reached inside my own soul and drawn a portrait of the words unspoken. Imagination or reality, does it really matter when it is imagination for one and reality for the other? But you know this, for we talked privately of it just last night, and Tomorrow, for me, the tale will be told. I shiver, whether in fear or exultation, expectation or anticipation; cold chills or fevered heat? Either/or.....will he know? Will he see? Will he care? Will he understand? Will he respond? I watch the clock. I hear my heart. Tick-tock. Tick. Tock. cjAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com