Underground Gypsy nights ...

Underground Gypsy nights...we gather around the fire; swirl with the smoke and to the music; dream under the bridge, stars and moon. A secret hushed in the dark...lost time and space...recovered by instinct. A flower merchant's love broken on the dirt ground...hope is gone...then picked up with compassion and tenderness. Thoughts soar...Hearts throb...Ground quivers...Bodies entwine...Trees sway...Souls free...