The Blue Gypsy once weaved tales of pure delight.
And through her voice a magical sojourn took place;
Her audience was enticed by every word.
The movement of her hands weaved a magical trail. She posed a delicate structure where she stood. Then she would break into song where her voice would cast a spell..
“In the distance beyond the mountains,
My heart once traveled to see the man I loved.
We danced around an open bonfire
to see the morning light come.
And when the first light struck upon those who were sleeping, My lover left me by the sea. Only to emerge as a ghost in my dreams”.