I closed my eyes and a child sang I heard him jump and shout he beckoned me to run in the wilderness of my mind; the lust to fly and the and the joy to dive.
The child leaped a sunshine to mock my gray hair, and laughed at my stiffness;
living every move he wanted to make a gypsy great.
The heavens opened as he soared high;
the stars laughed at his madness;
smiling at my weariness the face of my dream made me dance to his songs.
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