Gypsy Song

Bare feet on grass, anklets jingling,
Dance in the burning noontime sun.
Skirts twirling, whirling, swirling,
A rainbow of silks all spiderthread spun.

Dreams on water, wishes on air.
See her fingers flutter like wings
Of a butterfly free, flying with flair,
While on the trees, the meadowlark sings.

Bare feet on dirt, anklets gleaming,
As moonlight washes over her form.
The glimmer of her tambourine flashing
Sparkles about her, this creature of lore.

The cold night air can't stop her steps,
Dancing like a woman possessed.
White clouds waft from every breath.
Terpsichore's love is all she has left.

Remember the gypsy after she's gone,
Feet finally still after years of songs.



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 583 AF.