Searching

Gypsy visions
take a different sight.
Wandering in and out
of endless witching light.

I am living
on a multicolored stage.
Life’s book
holds many an open page.

Clouds cross the sky
sometimes bring the rain.
Restless wings fly
in the eye of the pain.

Fallen heroes lay in battle
and are gone.
Crimson sunsets
to rest thy heads upon.

Inner voices
speak to me in dreams.
Love finds a land
in many painted scenes.

Night time is of sorrow
or castles to the dawn.
Passions the place my heart to rest upon.

Graphics made by Bimsan