Are You Coming With me
I am a gypsy,
shall you come with me
across the bridge with
attentiveness of eyes, strolling
across the dunes
my heart is strumming
the wind, thwarting
at my senses.
To feel, the forbearance of where freedom lies
Are you coming with me?
To let our toes, mingle in the sand,
to hear the whispering call of the
oceans thwarting rise
I walk on the beach mindful of the sea ,
all else from here to there, can not seem to compare,
the colors here simmering with autumn’s
I find it, pulls at my eyes
to heed notice of the divine
beyond of where the city, hill and mounts, arise
Won’t you walk with me?
To discover where the beach ends,
past indifferent seagulls,
over beached kelps,
over bleached sea shells
to hear the sound of crashing waves
to the call of ebbing memories
walking on the fall beach,
exploring all the lost and found
tossed about by mother nature,
in her temperamental questing.
Won’t you come with me?
We shall go
We must go
to where the beach juts and rises
to collect sweet memories of this day.
I know, you want to be a gypsy,
for just this day, follow me
the rise and fall of the dunes,
discovery of natures remnants
before they disappear, right before our very eyes,
won’t you come,
with me ,
cause I am your gypsy.
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