From your gypsy wife…

~.~

I look at you and see the colors of your heartbeat.
I listen and I hear your bitter life.
I feel your hope and taste your tears,
I’m silent, diving in your silver path…
I lure your demons, I invite them in my lake of shame,
still praying for the day we finally escape.
I sense another storm, embraced by my own sadness
and desperately reach out for his touch this one last time.
I asked to be forgiven, so I was.
For long I paid this lonesome price.
And you’ll be too, my dearest friend,
so much of ancient goodness you have given.
Now take my hand and let us chase the hazy wind,
let’s fall into the deepest autumn forest and forget ourselves in secret whims,
let’s love each other like we’ve never been in love before, ignoring of this blameful distant chatter.
The crowds, the cross, this same old witch-hunt,
unnecessary complications of a simple magic-wish.
Let’s open up, so cosmically and so freely, let’s share our worlds and be all one.
Let’s be together, hold each other honestly and dearly and surrender to the higher spirit than the self.
I look at you and feel your freedom,
I touch your crescent-coloured liberty at heart,
I praise the crystal shimmer in your faithful eyes,
I kiss the guardian wings upon your shoulders
and lift with them into the skies.
I hold the modest breath within my palms and share your calming manner,
I hold on, raise much further just to see the truth –
this long averted love submission has been always more than blessing in disguise.
So now I know, it’s obvious to me –
I love you, always have and always will.

~Kass