Gypsy Wine

Life can be hard. 

We know that more than most.

We live with this

like we live with everything –

dancing.

You are waiting 

for your troubles to be over

before you dance,

play music and sing.

You have forgotten

the dance is inside.

It's not about how 

you move your feet.

But don't worry.

You can stop 

and find what you need 

right here by the road. 

Even this road

that seems like the wrong one.

There is a bottle of wine

in your hand. It says:

I am the one they drink 

at all the celebrations.

I get up and dance 

no matter what. I am 

that crazy love that dances 

on the tables, I am 

those drunken Cossacks 

at the bar, that spinning 

wild beauty. I am

joy and sorrow 

and a heart bursting

and the violin playing so fast

I have forgotten 

my own name. I am 

what you have been missing. 

I am your own wild heart.

Let's open the bottle.

Let's drink the one we were saving

for the special occasion.

There is no tomorrow.

There is only now.

But we aren't going to give it away.

When you retrieve something 

you have forgotten,

when you purchase something 

you were careless enough to lose,

it is expensive.

There is a price for being alive,

for creating a spark 

in the vast darkness.