The Journey

Questioning what happens to us , and then what happens inside of us...

The journey begins
With the breath of life
And our days and nights

Lay smoldered in time

 

With eyes of vision
We seek out the divine
Blurring our pathway
To find and define

Through majestic days
And journeys of a thousand lives
We revel in the awakening
Of our Gypsy Souls

 

We are the sum of many moments
Portraits painted in blood
Of our half lived days
And our cold aching nights

We are broken glass
Left crushed by this life
Then marbled and refined
A Mosaic of Love

 

©By Gypsy
March 29, 2002

 

 

 

Reviews

[Pale Divine]

The journey we all must take, either together or as one solitary soul.
Finding ourselves back in the 60's and still the desire to see who we really are as we gaze into the mirror that is our soul. Very nice Cindy

[.n.]

I can see the path; the journey here that you are taking here. This is nice. I think you capture the human journey well without coming right out and saying it.