...the sun goes down...the fair moon mounts and aye the flame
of gypsy beauty blazes higher
...the wild air bloweth in our lungs
the keen stars twinkle in our eyes
the birds gave us our wily tongues
the panther in dances flies...
THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD
- GYPSYWOMAN
- 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
come dance with me...
Monday, September 21, 2009
the panther flies...
...the sun goes down...the fair moon mounts and aye the flame
of gypsy beauty blazes higher
...the wild air bloweth in our lungs
the keen stars twinkle in our eyes
the birds gave us our wily tongues
the panther in dances flies...
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