Sunday, July 29, 2007

Poem: july moon

Once upon a full moon a gipsy heart was free
to seek binding sweet as new earth

feeling the magnetic pull of a sudden stormy moon
for a moon in clear skies can hold storms within

storms which no man may ken not tie
only live thru

once upon a full moon a gipsy heart gave itself
nary a qualm nary a tear

only the gentle flow of a few drops of blood
which loved as love ever does

in truth an offering of trust
in truth, an offering of trust

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