Romany Free . . . {for a friend, soothing the voices. a flower . . .}

'Rest your head
on the grass,'
sang the birds
from my hair.
'Shut your eyes,
shut your eyes.
Feel the tide
at your feet.
Feel the surf
at your hands.
Feel the foam
around your brow -
and your breath
rolling smoother...................And with each
than the waves.....................breath to the
upon the................................breeze,
sand.......................................hear "free",
...............................................whisper "free",
...............................................until like
...............................................the stork
...............................................and
...............................................his tower
...............................................you're
...............................................drifting
...............................................unpossessed,'

..............Fragrant pollens
...............filtered through
...............my head
.

.

.
............................................Harmony blossomed
............................................in
............................................echoes
............................................of
............................................unknown beauty
......................................................unknown beauty
......................................................................................unknown beauty



- from a tale by Robert Vavra