I wandered by the brook at dusk

No sight, nor stir from ‘cross the fields

When borne upon night’s earthy musk

Heard echoes from afar, revealed

It came from deep amongst the trees

Soft gypsy music on the breeze

I searched to see from whence it came

‘Oh, exquisite sound! Caress my ear!’

My eye beheld a vivid flame

Which warmed my soul and drew me near

I huddled down and hugged my knees

Observing from beyond the trees

A plume of campfire smoke betrayed

The heart of vision’s flickering light

On olive faces shadows played

Whilst music drifted on the night

From where I sat ‘gainst roots of trees

I watched the shadow clad gypsies

Guitar strings sung sweet melodies

Flamenco flares enhanced their song

 A violin uttered harmonies

Soft voices crooned in mother tongue

Their words, like magic spells could tease

The sleeping birds down from the trees

Then swarthy face with twinkling eyes

Called out in words I could not hear

A young girl reached toward the skies

And swayed her hips to all revere

Her vibrant skirts whirled o’er her knees

She danced with passion ‘mid the trees

At last I sought to take a breath

As fire’s flames grew less enthused

The ground grown cold and damp beneath

My hiding place from where I mused

I crept home, bearing memories

Of gypsies, dancing, amongst the trees.