Gypsy

So I'm back... to the velvet... undergroundBack to the floor... that I loveTo a room... with some lace and paper flowersBack to the gypsy... that I wasTo the gypsy... that I... was...
And it all comes down to youWell you know that it doesWell... lightening strikes, maybe once... maybe twice Oh and it lights up the night  And you see your gypsyYou see your gypsy...
To the gypsy... that remainsFaces freedom... with a little... fearI have no fear, I have only loveAnd if I was a childAnd the child was enoughEnough for me to loveEnough to... love...
She is dancing... away... from me nowShe was just a wishShe was just... a wishAnd a memory is all that is left for you nowYou see your gypsyOh... you see your gypsy

Stevie Nicks

In the Midday Dusk - 2nd iteration

In the midday dusk of snow curtained skylight,
I remember the morning sun
leaking her blood onto my breast;
droplets gliding slow over the lip
of torn skin,
filling the exposed cave of my chest.

This luminous pool of magma still smolders
charging my bliss,
linking me to the universal mix.
My gold expands into the golden ocean
and I am filled of You.

In the Midday Dusk - first draft

Dark days teach us to love the light. I have learnt that with light inside, no days are dark.


In the midday dusk of snow curtained skylight,
I remember the morning sun
leaking her blood onto my breast;
droplets gliding slow over the lip
of torn skin,
filling the exposed cave of my chest.

This luminous pool of magma
smolders still
charging my bliss,
linking me to the universal mix.
My gold drips into the golden ocean
and I am filled of You.