Gypsy of the Wild Wind
through this chilly moonlight
as shadowy trees slow dance
while the past slips into sight
you blew in on a winter's day
dark cyclone bringing change
singing me sweet gypsy tunes
words I would not rearrange
silhouettes in a cabin window
sharing this blazing fireplace
your frosty breezes dying out
warmed by love's sweet grace
but,
with a
lobo wolf's urge to roam
you couldn't stay here for long
on nights like this I remember
how I lost you to the
wild wind's
song
Copyright © John Gilman | Year Posted 2021
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