Lights on the Stage
by Laura Corrada
I know a band of gypsies that roam amid the stars
at night,
Dreamers of dreams
and singers of songs
Looking ahead
Looking beyond...
They live the emotions - torture the soul
Die many times over - give others their whole.
Suffer the children
The artists
The poets
Who live in a house not a home.
But the gypsy though wild, oft times is wise,
And never makes the journey alone...