The Magic Of Gypsies Poem by Fotios Panos

Through the magic of gypsies,
flames leap and awaken my love.
I am enslaved by infatuation.
I lie in bed
and throw myself into sleep
wishing my dreams will cast off this spell.
I look at the sky and the stars,
yet sadness is my only companion.
My dreams are not tame.
They haunt my thinking.
I am waiting to see you and write you a verse
but fear teases me and time passes,
leaves fall, excess and dust continue
to castigate concepts.
My poem of love is trapped in the flames
through the magic of gypsies.


from my Poetry Book Shakespeare in Jungle