Whisper Soft

my love with a moon to move my secular soul...

a moon to still the screaming banshees,waging battle for control

of a gypsy, once free,

now stumbling headlong toward the day where branches will no longer stain the light between thee and me.

A longing,a curse...for memory is a hunger.

And all that I hold dear has been swept away...leaving only a crumb for my ravenous gypsy soul.

One Soul - - aka: Matthew T. Joyce - - circa August, 2002

Matt felt moved to attach his prose to this photo of mine on my photo.net portfolio at that time. I cherish the gesture to an unmet friend on the internet. Thank you Matt.

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