Over the high heath and the purple moor
Where the high winds blow and the pony paws
Through drifts of snow and chuffs cry in a sky
Where clouds billow I follow the glimmer of
The gypsy in my soul

She calls me to the wild and the unknown
To wander where the roads are seldom trod
To seek the beauty in the broken and the old
To find the magic in the simple and the odd

She sings to me of freedom and of love
Of living in the moment and the now
Of trusting in the guidance from above
Of letting go of worry and of how

She dances with me in the moonlit night
She is the gypsy in my soul, my light

Poems and images Bing Co-pilot