Barren, my spirit cries for freedom
Fingers curled into palms, tightly
Shadows cast against pavement
My longing is first to wander alone
Until your honeyed voice called me
Heat rushed to my skin, burning me
Drawing out my ice encased heart
Soothing the storm in my gypsy soul
You draw me back with whispers
Cool wind dances across heated skin
You trace lightly my balled fists
Opening my fury with gentle persuasion
Standing before me, a gentle smile
Swells across my shadow, a blending
Coalesced we come together, softer
We move as one, a dance on starlight
The ethereal beckons us both, closer
Unrecognized now in the moonlit glow
Shadows displaced as we slip together
Remember, beauty under stars
Shredded without thought, nor care
Merged again, harder and more true
In a moonlit garden of dreams
4-March-2016
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Beautifully penned sear Val.. I loved your garden of Dreams.. and the ethereal experience beneath the Moon..
Thank you.. your poetry I so love. 🙂
Thank you Sue. I am so very appreciative when my poetry is read and loved. It is hard sometimes to open it to the universe, it is always so personal, my true spirit flows.
I love this true Spirit which you allow to flow dear Val.. it allows your masks to fall down for a time.. and reveal the vulnerable sensitive YOU of which you often push aside in chastisement.. But which I see hidden often.. ❤
I simply love this one, Val – Wow!
I lovely especially the visual you created with the “balled fist” – which to me was a cocktail of emotions – followed by how everything within those curled fingers found release.
Thank you for the read,
Eric
Thank you Eric. I am slowly writing again, slowly letting go. I am so grateful my scribbling is finding its way to an audience that sees.
I made a typo. Oops! – “I lovely” should be “I love”. Happy that you’re getting it together.
This is beautifully written, Val. I’m hoping it reflects you current life because you deserve such loveliness. “We move as one, a dance on starlight.” Lovely.
Thank you my friend. It is a reflection, of starlight of my wanderlust.
Nice to see one of your poems again from your “gypsy soul!”
I am trying to write some more. I simply am having a difficult time.
As always,
overflowing w/ great beauty. xxxxx
Thank you my dearest of friends. You lift me up with your kind words. I feel affirmed so often.
❤ ❤
How vivid your paint brush of words, Val. The longing, heat and jubilation. ❤ ❤ ❤
Nice!
Thank you
Gypsy soul because it’s aching to wander?
Yes, in truth and by DNA. 😉
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This is incredible! I can visualise it so perfectly!
Thank you so much, your comment lifts me.
Some beautiful images, here, Val. I especially love this one: a dance on starlight
Thank you Elyse. It is all a dream sometimes, then sometimes not.