Silvery Gypsy Nights
White stars of gypsy nights fall out of silent dreams
Hearts thus graced, with courage hence replaced
Therefore mending the spirit upon the oceans gleam.
Take me soft, and take me quick I said to the rising moon,
Take me to the place where these silvery gypsy nights forever loom.
For I stand awkward before this whispering, and shining sea,
And I in strange splendor am now consumed of the sand beneath my feet.
For it is now Sixteen days past unto twenty seven weeks fulfilled,
As the tide of enmities purification empties forth its bowels
and the prophecy of my revelation is at last revealed.
For its is as unto the sky which covers the open sea
which has been my silent salvation fore written of eternity.
Oh here now am I…beneath and at one with the silvery gypsy nights.
J. Allen Wilson © Four 2006 <Tybee>