
Lugu Lake, northern Yunnan. Photo credit: wikipedia
the rocky shore
i stood upon that rocky shore
loving wanting needing more and more
but all the gods foretold
of love adrift out in the cold
i stood upon those rocks of yore
and to the gods i did implore
just one small sign on which to hold
to dare to think to be so bold
i stood upon that rocky shore
and saw what even i could not ignore
for there in storm tossed waters did unfold
the shipwrecked image of love extolled
i stood upon those rocks of yore
suffering
loving
upon your shores
~
i live anew
do not think me
oh so sad
do not believe it
was all bad
no
do not think it so
for i have been where few may go
i have touched the pure white snow
i have seen the mountain’s glow
do not think me satan-sent
do not believe that i repent
no
do not think it true
for i have been where cupids flew
i have touched love’s golden gates
i have felt the hands of eros quake
where love’s grace did on me bestow
like luscious absinthe spread below
for i have been loved true
and
now
i live anew
~
do you feel me cry
do you feel me cry
in the day
from this dark place
i hide in sin
and ache to find
my way back in
where love alone
has its way
do you feel me cry
in the night
from this deep place
i hide in woe
where whispers
wrap me head to toe
and angels
spread their wings
in flight
do you feel me cry
~
Poetry, painting and other writings on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a Louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled
We are all gypsies of a sort - wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - following the path of the sun and the trail of the stars to worlds known and unknown - imagined and/or real - from yesterday and today into tomorrow. So come along with me and we’ll dance under the sun among the stars and over the moon - sharing our words and visions around the campfire here.
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jenean c gilstrap
March 17, 2013 at 12:01 pm
thank you, Yareah, Isabel and Martin, for honoring my words so!
yareahmagazine
March 17, 2013 at 12:07 pm
Your words speak by themselves, Jenean