Her eyes told me the story
of a girl that had no home
sleeping under midnight stars
a gypsy she shall roam
She bathes in warm pond water
her skin as soft as silk
her laughter is contagious
her smile as white as milk
This boy could love that gypsy girl
and make her world complete
I think she would fall in love with me
if only we could meet
Rags stitched with bells and coins
Brings aching to men's loins
Rain dancing and sun chanting
Makes them breathless and panting
Eyes lined with dark kohl
Binds their very soul
Gypsies put a spell on them
Brings to their hearts mayhem
It's like wishing for forbidden fruit
All attempts to woo are mute.
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
She was a child of the universe,
Wading through the tall grass
Only stopping to reach up, and touch the stars.
I asked her how the stars felt when she touched them,
She replied, "like sunshine in the winter."
I asked her how they made her feel,
Then she told me, it was far too surreal.
The gypsy queen of eighteen,
Her soul, a map of destinations.
Her actions never needing explinations.
As wild and free, as a ship at sea.
She never was, but she will always be.
I sleep to dream of the day when I
won't wake up missing you when I
won't go to sleep talking to you through a screen when I
won't doubt that you'll stay or
that we're on the same page cause
we'll be in the same bed
Though, I've learned from experience that sharing space and
sharing feelings aren't mutually exclusive
Dad leaving taught me not to expect forever but Dad doing his best forced me to learn to forgive
So maybe that's why I see the good in the people that are worst for me cause I learned to love Dad through the hurt
Learned love like forgiveness I mean
forgiveness is my love language so
I can't love until I've been wronged first
I've learned gypsy love
I have loved across borders and
in between so many walls, my love has no home
My love is in the air between everyone I meet
I mean everyone that leaves
I forgive everyone that leaves
I'm ready to run and dance
which is to say I'd rather dance cause
I can never forgive myself for running
Though I've made a dirty habit of it
All this moving, vagabond exploring, has got me tired
maybe it's best I sleep -
Sleep and dream so I can love in stillness
like laying next to you and feeling your chest expand
Lungs dancing but feet still
I am not going anywhere, I will not run
or after you
So now, let's rest
I'll dream forgiveness