Gypsy Sky

The morning sky drips of spiraling particles of shattered spinning, roaming tears dew drips from the eyes of the Gypsy clouds in the skies. Harmonic sighs weave the song of centuries told of the travelers of the sky. Trellis of puffed swirly cotton candy billow pillows floating by. Star jutted pockets gathered the flow and the stair case of heaven shadow steps of a wild rhythmic dance. Violin strings and tambourine beats hush you can see and feel her presence so near. In the sunbeam that broke through the skies into this new morning dressing the earth in her wild roaming cries. Thick rich honey notes of dew of particles of shattered crystalline tears she waters the morning in her spirit she floats away in serene silence. A gypsy rose of such velvet petal beauty her heart roams in the skies up high.