Climb up the hill where gypsies hide,
And breathe on the wind of a restless tide;
Where notes of sorrow from a violin,
Cry out to the night from a heart within.
The day is dim and night is alive,
And gypsies dance like bees in a hive;
They spin and turn while the fire burns bright,
And sparks fly up to kiss the night.
Old men sit while weaving a tale,
While young men sit drinking their ale;
And fires of night flicker and glow,
While the winds of night moan and blow.
They dance too fast, they dance too far;
They follow the light of a fallen star;
But there in the sky a sickle shaped moon,
Dances with gypsies in the fires of June.
I wrote this during winter so it's a little out of date but yeah...
The chilling winter night
Leaving me frozen in fright
Invisible voices all around
I try to block out the wretched sound
Ghosts and phantoms are out
I have no idea why their roaming about
I try not to notice
They make me lose focus
Lying cold in the snow
Wishing that they would just go
I colse my eyes
Not letting myself be hypnotized
Their elegant dance
Soon puts me in a trance
Begging me to join in
It's as tempting as sin
We dance and twirl
Watching the world swirl
Wondering if I am just dreaming
Having a nightmare with no meaning
Wanting to leave this chilling winter night
That has left me frozen in fright
It happens while the world is sleeping
They tiptoe in from hide and seeking
They yawn and stretch and wash their faces
And welcome dawn with morning graces
Upon each blooming garden rose
A gleaming speck will splash and splatter
Sprinkled droplets, rainbow blue
Tossed about from tiny shoulders
Upon the petal's velvet hue
They dance upon the luscious grass
Wearing fragile tiny slippers
With twirling, dancing feet of glass
Each pirouette is choreographed
And sprinkle dots of magic glitter
On gossamer wings, they will arrive
To music of the sunrise
The fairies dance in crystal shoes
To surprise the day with sparkles bright
With showers bright of morning dew
To dance one must feel the beat
Light works like Einstein said
And like Plank said
And like Tommie Young said
All one has to do is go with the flow
Take a light particle (billiard ball, photon or whatever)
go from a to b at light speed
The path taken is proportionate to the amount of energy
The less energy the straighter the path
Hence the lower the frequency
mass is directly relative to energy
Density is relative to frequency
ie lead has more energy wave frequency than hydrogen
on the thinking photon
if one hole is open the other billiard ball isn't on the table
So the pocket doesn't get the ball
open the other hole and the complimentary billiard ball
has to put itself in line to billiard into its pocket
Music is necessary to dance
frequency is necessary to energy and music
and quantum physics and existence
But that's life and
What's life without music
To dance one must feel the beat
We're a two person masquerade
within each dance people grow and fade,
the mirror there reflects a face
hidden by the mask, black night's lace.
What's behind, who do we hide?
Why we ourselves, and lips that lied
within each dance someone new born
inside this mind they are our thorn
we can hear their voice rebound
can't cover our ears to stop the sound.
Laughter from masked eyes
hidden, hidden, someone else dies
soon it seems someone new takes her place
but no one sees we share the same face
for we are I, and who is he?
Why don't you know, they are me.
All these folks in my head are made,
I am a two person masquerade.
The moon doth shine bright tonight, my darling
It casts wonderful highlights upon thy face
The sound of the forest dwellers is music to my ears
Let us be part and dance within the beauty, with grace.
Take my hand, my darling, and hold tight, ne’er to let go
I shall guide you in our dance as the moon bears witness
Our hearts, close to touch, shall accompany the sounds of nature
We will become part of the magic of the night, in the world of our dream.
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