A Better Focus In The Wind Tonight Poem by Mark Heathcote

There's a better focus in the wind tonight
My soul has lost altitude
My heart is in the eye of a storm
As my senses are touched by lightning.

Oh there's a Russian gipsy
And she's bewitched me
Like Rapunzel at her wheel
But she's not imprisoned.

She's as wild as the wind
And I'm afraid she won't wear my ring
Or even worse she will
And never be happy, just staying, still.

Oh there's a better focus in the wind tonight
Should I be lonesome in this tower?
Or should I make her my bride my gipsy bride
And travel the length and breadth of lightning.
Of; lightning in the fulcrum of a whirlwind.

Oh my soul is gaining altitude
As my heart sees a rainbow band of gold
Where Rapunzel wears a pretty dress
And I promise you that is just a prelude.

Oh there's a Russian gipsy
And, she's bewitched to me
Like Rapunzel at her wheel
But she's not imprisoned, and neither is her man.