Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation

New colors embrace the memory of life’s soil
while looking at promises
that rush through our veins.
A tune is heard from our hearts'
circling places in time
where our eyes become the surface
of our souls,
greeting what we see floating
on the winds
of change.

Clearly visible as separate bodies
held on a spun web
of gypsy invitation,
why then do we only remember
the perfect peace
of how our minds meet.
You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet.

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.
Father Fate swirls, renames himself
with each breath I take,
keeping time for the promises
of true love
that still sing out
to you and me.

Author's Note

Artist: Jia Lu

Reviews

Beautiful romantic poetry I must say ^_^
Not only that but you always have wonderful pictures to go along with your poems that are always very captivating and add depth to your readings.
At first, the poem started out as going for a "promises broken" kinda vibe, then it ending itself with splendid articulative captivating imagery and metaphors that arranged quite a lovely romantic end, summing up true love as a conflicting promise throughout it's entirety in this world. Least that's what I gathered from "father fate" always renaming itself.
It's pretty great poetry, and you know me :p I'll say so if it wasn't lol *poke poke*
Overall: 95/100, ^_^ great job and keep up the good work

[Muse]

I love gypsies! And this poem paints them in the most deserving light! With grace and magik. xo

[unknown]

Beautiful poem. I'm waiting for my invitation to true love as well.

[Ruth]

Neva, inhaling your work is always a moment of refreshing realisation!
Simply divine, always!
xoxo

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

The last stanza is so passionate!
And the title is real pretty too.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful words and artwork. I had to read the poem a few time for the sake of pleasure. Your words gentle and kind open a door for a good vision of pleasure and happiness. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[∂αʌ<..]

amazing imagery Neva...the way you portrayed the gypsies...intertwined in love...really beautifully exquisite! :)

[bobby]

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.
Beautifully poetic on the page and illumined in the mind of the reader

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Beautifully penned by a lady with stunning talent!

[KAREN]

Nicely penned with awesome imagery. Just Beautiful!!
100/100

[Inyourshadow]

Sleep was were the light of the moon played innocently, almost a lullaby to be sung to babes in arms, the gentle imagery really draws a sigh from the reader. You never disappoint me my friend, your works always beautiful, keep em' coming