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Veil_Gypsy Junior Member
since 2000-03-27
Posts 44Trapped in Veils of Starlight, and happy to be on my cosmic trail |
Adrift in the river of forever I find my self in a world of Hares Yet limitless in my imagination I often visit her with my crystal visions I seek the solitude of clouds, I turn about me Only to find my self in your pocket A little trophy of me If there was a way to find you I would Hold fast to this place of heaved eye I long to be there with you Not to walk among those of shadowed mind They kill you with there disbelief I believe in you and your world Your wings of sliver are like an illumination to me I watch you as your dainty hands As you walk about my dollhouse All aglow with my hopes and wonder I keep your sweet memory alive in me My world of wonder will I ever return I fear not for soon will come the sorrow of age Were we no longer can imagine fancies of youth We become the dreamless and the hopeless I will keep your memory like child's laughter That fills the hallways of my soul She is like a cat in the dark and then she is your darkness....she rules her life like a bird in flight...Bard Gypsy |
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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
I love how you paint a picture of wonderful fantasy. Great Work as always! dhuron The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship." --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
I find much longing in this piece ... Wonderful work here Gypsy ..... A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire! Shannon |
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twinsgd Member
since 2000-02-13
Posts 416Ontario,Canada |
Sorrow of age ....dreamless and hopeless.....it aint necessarily so Gypsy. A wistful poem...sad. |
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Veil_Gypsy Junior Member
since 2000-03-27
Posts 44Trapped in Veils of Starlight, and happy to be on my cosmic trail |
This poem does have a sense of loss a loss of childhood and its wonder...as we grow older we stop believing I so admire children I see it in my own neices so fearless of what others think and also take everything for everything it has to offer....I simply wrote this from a young womens veiwpoint and facing the loss of her youth Love Always  The Gypsy Bard She is like a cat in the dark and then she is your darkness....she rules her life like a bird in flight...Bard Gypsy |
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