Soul Of A Gypsy Poem by G J Salgado

Her hair smelled like Sage and her Gypsy soul was full of grace. The smell of smoke still filled the air, her clothes, and her hair from the smudging she did the night before.
She was the kind of soul whose spirit moved in and out of time between dimensions during odd hours of the night; all while the moon shined upon her back. Her soul was quiet and her words remained still. The moon and the stars calmed her wanderlust while the ocean revived the life that was hidden inside her. Craving that world her spirit drifted in the wind until it fell like a feather among the place created just for her.