My gypsy soul longs to run wild and free through the fields

Of taller than me giant sunflowers.

To hide my restrictions and inhibitions amongst those

Bountiful leaves that reach to cover all my restraints.

To hide in the shadows of their images all that would

Hold me in bondage.

To lay down under their covering those ropes and chains that

Tug ferociously against my nature.

And once done, I can again dance the dance of the gypsys,

And sing merrily as I shake my tambourine.

In the full moon's sparkling and magical light,

The drum beat of my heart pounds a mystical, hypnotic cadence

As I succumb to the allure and intrigue that has fervently seduced me

As I find myself stopping, then running through the sunflower fields.

Singing: "dance little gypsy girl, dance for me. Dance little gypsy girl, wild and free."

Leah © 2005

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