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Author Name: Freependeriki 1 Comments
Date Added: August 23, 2011 14:08:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Free Verse
Category: Love/Fantasies Add To Favorites | Text Only
 
For there are Gypsies
My love...my love
oh my radiant lady fair
you say that you do love me
and yet...at those odd moments
I see a crevice in your eyes
a cold tunnel to your soul
I should perhaps turn my steps
to find my last redemption
Yet a glamour falls across my need
in the solid whiteness of you
my eyes cast and drowsy
as the eldrich Sun turns West
You stand hard to the wind
and speak my name
I clutch my heart's pain
as this cruel and blinding storm
of harsh decended words
sung by your cold sirens
sear my lost soul
Does a sheeted Ghost
walk on Children's graves
at your command
I feel worlds turning
These walls of firmament
glitter in this crouching darkness
and a sultry soltice
turns one more season round
This will I say to you my love
as I yearn and search
too astonised to be still angry
with the life of everyday
and your cold uncertainty
Oh let us go down tonight
for there are Gypsies in the Woods
and we can dance beneath the Moon
Arms trumpeting with joy
voices closed in speechless wonder
abandoned to our desires
with a people who sing and love
There the air will be serene and clear
with the bewitching taste of freedom
My life's chained enclosures
opened to the glare of truth and joy
And you can perhaps be saved
from your own abyss of darkness
And you and I together
can take our freedom's highway
to the last and final end

Author's Notes:
The result of yet another Word Bank from my friend Scarlett (She Whispers)...my thanks as always.....Tom
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on August 23, 2011 03:31:47 PM Report


 No matter what kind of words I being to my creative mind ....

 yet again you understand the messages of the language of dictionary words.....

 This really brings out both  personalities of heartaches in the past..

Darkness wears a heavy coat....

Oh to just slip off that heavy shroud of darkness and dance free of the past ..

with only the dance of fire in our eyes...  and that wine of laughter...

 I love this amazing job once more my friend....*****

 Always ~ Scarlett





 


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