come to me my wild gypsy steed
neither reins nor bit to guide thee do I need
i’ll sit upon your coat of virgin white and blackest black
and mount myself upon your back
that bears me long and bears me well
and from this earth we shall dispel
i’ll hold your rippled mane
taste the power within your frame
ride us high and ride us low
into the whirlwinds shall we flow
with fire and grace to spur us on
we’ll fly through the night and past the dawn
4 comments:
Wow and awesome just don't cover it. Adjectives don't cover it. This is really a beautiful piece, Gypsy.
Very evocative and powerful, just like you.;)
xoxo
thanks so much trish - i must say that i do like the words with this image - when i first wrote the piece over a year ago, i did it with a gypsy horse as the image - but i believe the dancer is my favorite -
oh, thank you so much, zuzana! as i was saying above, i really do like this piece with the dancer image - and the colors are great with the words, as well - anyway, so lovely to have you come by, dear friend!!! thank you!
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