A bitter focus in the wind tonight

There’s a bitter focus in the wind tonight

My soul is losing altitude

My heart is in the eye of a storm!

As my senses, are touched by lightning.

 

--Oh there’s a Russian gipsy

And, she’s bewitching me

Like Rapunzel at her wheel…

But she’s not imprisoned.

 

She’s as wild as the wind

And I’m afraid she won’t wear my ring…

Or even worse she will…

And never be happy, just staying, still.

 

Oh there’s a bitter focus in the wind tonight

Should I be lonesome in this tower?

Or should I make her my bride my gipsy bride

And travel the length and breadth of lightning.

Of; lightning in the fulcrum of a whirlwind.

 

Oh my soul is gaining altitude

As my heart sees a rainbows band of gold

Where Rapunzel wears a pretty dress...

And I promise you that is just a prelude.

 

--Oh there’s a Russian gipsy

And, she’s bewitching to me

Like Rapunzel at her wheel…

But she’s not imprisoned, and neither is her man.

Reviews

[Dhaye]

Wonderful poem of admiration.
I enjoyed reading this piece. Keep writing!

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you for the lovely comment Sami. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)