GYPSY

I was a wayward wanderer 
A wisp of the wind 
Until an aeon ago 
In a forest of flaming fireflies 
The skin of my soul 
Brushed against the beauty

Of yours 
And you were 
Sweeter than my solitude 
Deeper than my dark 
Warmer than my wistful sighs 
Shinier than my stars….

You felt like home 
And I just stayed.

MS