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
in a timeless existence.
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.
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.
present and future
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.