Gypsy Path

A travelers heart met in dreams...

Upon the journey, destination is caravan circle, becoming part of motion endless.

By campfire of night is comfort waiting to be known and embraced in mind.

Darkness parts by light contained within the hands of men, not blocking the stars.

 Life is this place, a space which fills the spirit, knowing fate as wandering freedom,

coming close in moments of quietude, thought and rest is found in ground beneath.

Human breath becomes part of  the flame as life, glowing before into unseen.

Tonal notes met between silence, sung by those not human, comforting music,

sound of meadow and wood, whenever heard it is understood.

 Gypsy path, heart of me

Author's Note

all comment is welcome...

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

I am truly not very versed in gypsy... but have been told by many I must be by a few over the years that claim that title. but the song of vibrate is a second language to me now in my meditative presence as must be yours I sense interesting prose placed here. Berry

[LE Berry]

The gypsy inside is hidden most of the time...but it's there...it's the part which helps me smile as I go through life. Thanks for your review Robert.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice poem. I don't there's really any gypies in my country, but it was a nice poem.

[LE Berry]

Thank you for your review JungLee...I believe in some way all poets are gypsies deep within their hearts...

[Chris Shaw]

You really captured the essence of a gypsy spirit here. Nice ambience and feel to the visuals I picked up. Nicely conveyed.

Chris

[LE Berry]

Thanks Chris. I actually believe that all poets have a touch of free spirited gypsy inside. Again...thank you.