Becoming Gypsies
Freedom’s a romantic notion we imbue with pretty joys,
Dreamed escape from life’s commotion and the race’s worldly noise,
Endless travel, music, dancing, and the heat of thrumming hearts,
But though sweet, the dream’s entrancing magic’s only where it starts–
Gypsy life is what we make it, rich as fantasy can be,
Only when we reach and take it: yes, it’s up to you and me
To create this liberation and its joys for which we long–
Life becomes a celebration when we fully join the song
Art-Colored Glasses 
Very nice, Kathryn. Love the image, too.
Guess I just had a hankering for a moment of the gypsy life!
Beautiful poem, beautiful image!
Thank you, my friend! I sense that you also have a good appreciation of both gypsy-like freedom and a romantic attitude. 🙂
I ABSOLUTELY adore both the poem and painting, Kathyrn. May I re-blog this?
As always, I will be honored if you choose to do so, my darling. xoxo