Dance Gypsy
The dancers flash by in vivid colors,
She twirls and spins as the music plays,
Her feet fall lightly as she keeps the time,
She hasn't slept in three whole days,
She chooses only the best partners,
ones who will help her dips and spins,
her shoes are wearing through from overuse,
but she goes on because the dancing never ends,
She spins from partner to neighbor to shadow,
a little leap and a twirl and balance to the beat,
her hips twist, bells jingling in time,
in her rapture she ignores her aching feet,
Then a waltz begins and the tune carries her,
feet gliding gracefully over the dance floor,
slow turns and enchanting melodies,
hypnotized, she dances another and more,
Low dips held to the musical note,
and windows made from crossed arms,
slow motion and cross-step moves,
and a glint in the eye of hidden charms,
After the festival comes to an close,
she is back on that winding gypsy way,
There's a bonfire and drum circle calling,
and she only has to drive for a day,
She rests in the light of the daytime,
because without dancing, night can be lonely,
lovers come and go like dance partners,
that just part of the life of a dance gypsy,
Twilight comes and she is lead by the drums,
she sways and leaps around the flames,
in her fire-dancing dress she spins her magic,
she is freed in the music and no one knows her name,
All the dancers stop to stare at her sylvan moves,
for her dancing is wild, but graceful and free,
sheer purple-blue dress shows her body in firelight,
swirling around her like she is a woodland fairy,
Her bare feet, all earthy, never miss a step,
she leads the pace and the drummers follow,
an ancient tribal beat or an ethereal ballet,
By dawn she's faded into the shadows,
On the road home she dreams of dancing again,
so she steps outside in her backyard at night,
her naked figure twirling over the dewy grass,
glistening as she weaves in the moonlight,
She does this secret dance only for herself,
with no one but the high stars to see,
and she will dance forever wherever she is,
on the road or all alone she is a dance gypsy,
Her arms upraised to the waxing moon,
her body twists and she leaps as in a trance,
She ends her paean in a bow to the morning,
Then it's on the road to the next gypsy dance.
Hosted by www.Geocities.ws

1