but who are you gypsywoman with sweet words and a pretty smile
your spirit tempts taunts but do i dare
would you could you be the gentle breeze here today and gone tomorrow
softly fluttering sooth my aching heart ease my hidden sorrow
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a gentle breeze i am not
i am the storm of storms
a gale force wind
the temptest fierce the raging tsunami taking with it all defenses
sweeping away washing away the debris of yesterday - this life transcend
so do you want to know - to really know - the who and what of me
or would you rather just imagine me on the playground of what if
where your heart of stone is safe and sound from the likes of me this wild banshee
8 comments:
Jenean, you exhaust all my words. Now I am speechless and wondering what to say.
Love alone :)
~ Susan
Mm... mm... mm. Like Susan, I am speechless. Wow, Jenean! Let's leave it at that.
Nevine
But who are you really, gypsy woman? Who are you? I read you and read you and read you... and I still don't know.
My heart is so cold. Stones under my feet, I kick them aimlessly. And I still don't know. My heart is unsafe... and cold.
Time is short, woman, so much to do, and I don't know exactly what. So much to do, so many regrets. Did I really live?
A fragile stone, gypsy woman, reading you. Today I could love all women.
From Québec
dear susan, with or without words, you always always DO say just the exactly right thing, for which i am eternally grateful!
dearest nevine! oh, it's just the gypsy in me talking over here! ;)
you know, dear roger, i have said before, i am what you read - that's all - nothing more nothing less - there is no mystery - i think it is perhaps only the cold that surrounds you there in the north that prevents your seeing more clearly - a touch of the sun's bright hot light is what is needed - and to warm your heart - i think there is so little time for us all - for each of us - no matter our circumstance - no matter our life - so little time in the grand scheme of things - and so it is even more imperative to live every moment - every single moment as if it is the only moment we have - because it is - the only one we have - we all wonder where that thing called time goes - where it went - how did we get to today - from just yesterday - your questions are questions we all have - at least i do - i am sorry you are feeling fragile, man from the cold, but perhaps you will find strength here 'round the campfire where it's always warm - i hope so! ;)
and i'm always so happy to read your notes scratched here in the sand! thank you!
this is so fun. this is an exotic invitation to know more. storm of storms, wild banshee...i'd love to see more of this woman's country:)
I lost the fight of words
Was I so cryptic
I lost the fight of words...
From the North
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