True GypsyA Poem by DepthWriterTransported to another time, within a dream...
I slung the door to my heart open
walked through the arch, and hung my soul on the peg... Sat in the large patterned blue chair closed my eyes to the beautiful day dream't of charms, and mystical places... I was taken way back, into the darkness of an enchanted forest, where not a soul stood but I, and my mind, opened its soul ...pulling in the scenery, breathing the breeze of an era, before I was birthed from a seed Drifting deeper into my dream, further than anyone could imagine, opening doors, gates and windows.. smelling the blossoming flowers watching lives pave the future... Floating atop the world on my mind, drifting in and out of conscience, I found myself in the middle of a gypsy campfire, singing along with them... and as I lay so close to them, I try to fight this feeling caught up in there smiles, laughter, and dreams Burning the pain of the fire, till the storm, it melts inside your hands, and the laughter increases, hearty people in love with life, encompassed within the Universe, birthing new suns, circumsizing the negativity the kisses of endless dreams, touching the minds of ravishing creation... Soon they begin to pack up there kisses, hugs, and love pushing along in the dark, making a path through souls with the palms they call to the Earth, and as gently, as they arrived inside my mind... the peaceful exit they took... in the back of my eyes, I saw them trudging through the mountain trail, until they disappeared into the distance I woke a new person, wanting the freedom of the gypsy caravan, they fought all odds, and merged through the grain to new days, to beautiful days, to folk lores... staying true to there ways.,, their memories stay near to the heart... … (c) © 2012 DepthWriter |
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1 Review Added on February 13, 2012 Last Updated on February 13, 2012 AuthorDepthWriterHague, NYAboutI have been writing for five-years, been through hell and back. My writing has evolved from rhyme, to depth... a profound deepness for all things around me. I believe as writers, we all must be able.. more..Writing
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