The serpent, weaves through death, kaos and night
On the floor of a breeze
Wrapped in sweet sounds
The hungry years
Chase the day
It limped and stumbled
In the void new world of man
The mystic measure and shades of light
Wings - soft and sweet as thought
From the depths, solemn and slow
Spirits of Air and Earth
Fill the dance
Of the desert years
A thousand drops of sunny water
Vanish into rain
And live within the soul

Gypsy