Songs of the Gypsy earth Magik
Dancing through the air.
I can only imagine the knowing hands that dance on the rifts.
baile, baile, Baile.
The strings played created memories
in the moments that make you feel ageless,
in a timeless existence.
Mystical lyrics fill the night air.
Capturing the stories in the tune like Ocean waves carried by the moon.
Clipper ships mark the territory in the ripples they leave behind,
gathering momentum in the turn of the tide.
Finger tips tapping on the strings echoing in the chaos of the mind.
Clicking of the heals echoing like drums ’round a fire.
Like the heart beat of the divine
a momentary lapse of reasoning.
Creating an illusionary bonding,
customary apocalyptic revaluations
, crossing dimensions through time,
escaping justice through the lyrical rhyme.
Feeling the vibration in every cell of my body.
Creating change past,
present and future memories with each passing measure of the hand.
Notes echoing in my ear
all the words I need to hear
The Gypsy Earth Magik dancing
to the crying of the guitar melodies carrying the rhythm through the air.
Vibrations through the moments breaking through memories like images to film crisp and clean.
Basking in the sun sweet saturated minuets blazing through the horizons of my mind.
Capable of turning moods like the tide.
Each note moves through the nerves and muscles
balie, balie, balie
With each breath my ears are filled with sound.
Each string makes
fingers dance on the rifts.
Dancing through the air making right of all possibilities
to be here .
Immaculate revelations bout’ situations
that seems so natural.
Boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed.
Reasons that don’t
Doesn’t take away this heaviness in my chest.
When polished notions Crossed sacred vows
In search of confluence Of reasons.