The Night Flying

The bonfires burn, the gypsies sing. Why are they here near the closed school gates? Maybe there is a show by the school theatre studio here? But these dances, this singing! Swarthy hands in bracelets, the necklaces and swishing dresses! The lights burn, the gypsies sing. Their songs cry and invite you somewhere else. At night, in the heavenly ocean, the ancient sailing-ship is floating. It overtakes our window and takes us aboard, and we are not at all surprised or frightened. We have left our moorage – our home. And Peach, our favorite cat, is with us! Maybe we will find another shelter? The gypsies wave their hands to us and they play magical bells and tambourines. Our ancient sailing-ship floats between stars. Somewhere below, on the Earth, the guitar sings solo! But in the morning, the yard-keeper for the school will sweep away an extinct bonfire with his broom.