The Gypsy heart
Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,
her voice, gentle and sweet.
She told me,
open the locked doors, wide.
We decide if our life and journey is,
a prison or a journey to discover laughter and joy.
We found the hidden waterfall at the California fault line.
You taught me to free-climb,
you taught me to dance to the sounds of San Francisco,
I remember you,
Bare and perfect,
allowing the water of the waterfall,
to caress your perfect skin.
You liked the tequila with lime,
you loved to dance with the Pacific ocean,
you hated walls and time limits,
you loved to sing to the stars.
I told you often.
I love your Gypsy heart.