By Ali
Date: 10 March 2001
Gypsy
Here I am, cloaked in dreams
Here I am, smiling
This is me, standing here
Underneath the bright and warm rays
On the golden sun
I was looking for something else to hide behind
But, I find that I do not need it
I have nothing left to hide, and nothing left to hide from
So, here I am, this is me...
I'm a gypsy,again, as I was once
Long dark brown locks, unbound
And my eyes have found their sparkle
For the night sky has lent me it's stars
So, I again, can shine once more
Maybe it was the moon last night, that shining full moon
I stood outside, underneath those soft, silver rays
And I am whole, once more
Now, free to bath in sunlight, to dance in the fire
And not feel the burn...
The air is filled with the sweet smell of flowers
Jasmine and vanilla, soothing me and all my troubles
I think I've found my way back, to myself
After all this time
And I want nothing more than to love and be loved
But, all in good time, for I will wait if I must
But, I'm not waiting for you, anymore
Because there is no point in waiting for a ghost
Who only comes around, in dreams
Now, you are but a ghost, to me
Or just as real as a ghostly appartion
For, who can hold a memory?
You are a ghost, until proven otherwise
And, I...I am real, and free
And, oh, how this freedom feels...
This world seems new to me, for I see with different eyes
And hear with different ears, all the secrets spoken
Secrets of the Old Ones, and the Old Ways
I hear the call, and I obey
I hear the call, that sweet, sweet call
The call to live life fully and truly
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