"Utopia"
From Latin
"eu" for "no"
"topos" for "place"
The road is no place
and it is our home.
Gypsy Girl
Dance with me
Run with me
far from the
cities are
calling me
Mountains are
singing the
chorus of
come to me
I'll take you on a story
where our footfalls are the
beating wings
of winged horses
flying through
storms of time
carrying heavy burdens
in the air
between their feather tips
we stare like the first touch
of fingertips
when the first real words are
spoken through
your flesh is
my flesh is
cut from the same tree. We're
floating down
rivers. We're
swimming together in water too
deep for our
minds are far
too young to remember
what my sense
of smell wants me to do.
Gypsy Girl
I feel my name
in your wandering blood
I feel my name
wandering in your blood
I feel like I'm
wondering why
I'm wandering
all the time. I'm
running and I'm
hitching and I'm
riding 'cause there's
something of a
Mongolian
in all my
.........Ottoman-Turkish' Austro-Hungarian'
riding on
horseback in
sun on my
face cutting
lines I must
trace back to Spain
From the
Black Sea of
your black hair
I feel my history
locked in our
stare at me.
Our eyes are ancient.
Our eyes are stories.
We will tell them
numberless times
in translated
Romani
in rhythms'n rhymes
stories never written never
lost
stories told are the only
stories that survive
millennia of persecution
attempts at extermination
sterilization
our children have been stolen
and this is the evolution
chiseled into our blood.
our cries are ancient.
our cries are songs
our tears flood "the long road"
so it looks to me like an estuary
like a salty river
Ever flowing
always moving
at once
here
and there
and no place
utopia
like telling a story
or dancing
from
.......no place we've chosen
to
no place in particular
is our home
wandering
"The Long Road..."
Copyright, ES 1998
Traveling together within and without our world and time.
Partners in a not forgotten past, present and forever.
