I am made of Earth and I am made of stars,

I am made of bones and I am made of scars.

I am broken promises and the absence of lost time,

I am faded starlight but one day I will shine.

I am the 3am burning echoes and the rippling reality of this,

I am the darkness in daylight, craving the silent moons kiss.

I am all words unsaid, the phrases never to be spoken,

I am a mosaic of infinite worth and yet some still see me as broken.

For what you are and what you were, so easy to define.

I am simply blood and bones with a  heavy hearted mind.

Seasons change,
as do we.
Cut us down,
to watch us bleed.
Whispers in the wind,
giving them a fright.
Whilst all of whom have sinned,
left awake past midnight.
Let me steal your ear,
so you can have a listen.
A thought to those not hear,
a secret that is hidden.
Aware of the mysteries,
lurking in the pages.
A prayer for the wild at heart,
forever kept in cages.
Try to catch them, hunt them down,
burn all the cities, turn over towns.
From Young they were taught,
how to run but never to stop.
So as you are sleeping,
with the lights now fully dimmed.
Your eyes are closed, so open an ear,
For the whispers in the wind.

You see the heart behind this cage,
This heart of hate and love and lust.
This lonely heart impossibly tamed,
And with it cannot simply trust.

A gypsy heart that beats in place,
To leave and run and wander,
To leave no print, nor track or trace,
A storm with endless thunder.

A child of the universe, no less than the oceans and trees,
A wanderer made to journey and roam,
A lightly-stepped explorer to go she may please,
Whose learnt to call no place or person home.

An endless ray of light and hopeless broken candle together and apart,
A poison so treasured and tender and rare,
Remember once you free a gypsy heart,
It opens a door to no where.

So frightful to be at the door, full of secrets and stars,
Do you dare to disturb the universe in all its former glory?
This gypsy heart is a war with on going scars,
A never told and never ending story.