Ocean Gypsy

I’m not entirely sure why this song makes me think so heavily about Nisnivani, other than water being her soul element and her love of the ocean.  I suppose it would be more along the lines of her having a soft spot for this story if she knew of it.  Of course, the song could also express Vani’s concerns regarding relationships, a fear of losing herself and being abandoned.  More so, I feel like this could have been one of those old stories that captured Vani’s interest and spoke to her (kind of like The Giving Tree did for me when I was little).  I really don’t know, all I know is this song makes me want to write about Vani.

Ocean Gypsy by Night Blackmore

Tried to take it all away,
Learn her freedom… just inside a day,
And find her soul to find there fears are laid…
Tried to make her love their own,
They took her love… they left her there,
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own…

Gold and silver rings and stones,
Dances slowly off the moon,
No one else could know, she stands alone…
Sleeping dreams will reach for her,
She can not say the words they need,
She knows she’s alone and she is free…

Ocean Gypsy of the moon,
The sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold…
Ocean Gypsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold…
Turned to gold…

Then she met a hollow soul,
Filled him with her light and was consoled,
She was the moon and he the sun was gold…
Eyes were blinded with his light…
The sun she gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight…

Softly Ocean Gypsy calls…
Silence holds the stars a while,
They smile sadly for her where she falls…
Just the time before the dawn,
The sea is hushed the ocean calls her,
Day has taken her and now she’s gone…

No one noticed when she died,
Ocean Gypsy shackled to the tide,
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white…

Something gone within her eyes,
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand,
Her battered soul was lost,
She was abandoned…

Silken threads like wings still shine,
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns
in her lovely hair… so dark and fine…
Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more,
her tears have dried…
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs

About Saronai

I'm an eclectic amalgam of confusingly combined oddities. PS If I liked your post it means I really liked your post. You don't have to visit back, but it would be nice. Either way, I read it because I wanted to and liked it because I did. I don't do the fake like for returns thing :)
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