In the shadows of the forest, among the beech trees,
Something moves, rustles and whispers.
Flames flicker, their glow dances
around colorful figures, leaves and rocks.
It’s the roaming Gypsy band,
with flashing eyes and waving hair—
Weaned on the Niles holy waters,
and browned by Spains scorching sun…
Here, my dear
this is where
we’ll shake the nightmares free
I think I’ve figured it out
we need to be together,
like the shore and the sea.
We are not one thing, we’re drawn here together
my ocean and me.
I dream to hold you in my arms
To hold you in my arms,
wide awake, in my arms.
This is for a boy named kitty.
He said he’d stop by here.
Once upon a time he called me pretty:
the short lived ended with a tear.
Now time has proven rare
a puppy and kitty getting along,
Since he came and proved that he cared,
I think I owe him a song.
:)
