Your soul

slumbers

at night under

fairytale

whispers,


and your

heart

wonders

singing

out loud

a favorite lyric

through

the universe,


like a comet

fire and embers

dancing..



the ordinary

does not

become you.


what is

over the

next hill is

more your

gypsy style.


and I

watch in awe

of you,


everything in

your life

before you.


not a yo-yo

on a string

existence,


someone

who will

leave and

then always

return to

the same

place again

and again

and again.


without

meaning.


your kisses

have great

meaning

I am certain,


like the sun

the moon

and the stars.


you hold them

in your

eyes  I

I can see

it.


sitting there

magically


in the

night.