Gypsy Lady

Sitting outside in the thunder,
I feel the shaking of the ground. 
I cannot help but wonder,
Will this next strike take me out?
 
How I wish that you could see me,
In my purest, truest form. 
A free running gypsy lady,
Equal parts steady and norm.
 
It's as if your soaring high,
Above the lidded cityscape.
Up where it's crisp and dry,
You are free, you have escaped.
 
Like unripened grapes,
You cling tightly to the vine.
It will happen, I have faith.
Surely soon you will be mine.
 
All you'll have to do is see me,
In my purest, truest form.
A free running gypsy lady,
So far out beyond the norm.