I long for a drop
of your gypsy blood
that pursues you barefoot
through the will o'wisps.
You gave me your heart
wrapped in dreams,
a goblet brimming with frothy lies
and tye-died clouds
festooned with ribbons
and the purloined notes
of nightingales.
All these you gave me
You just never gave me
anything of yours.
of your gypsy blood
that pursues you barefoot
through the will o'wisps.
You gave me your heart
wrapped in dreams,
a goblet brimming with frothy lies
and tye-died clouds
festooned with ribbons
and the purloined notes
of nightingales.
All these you gave me
You just never gave me
anything of yours.