Light discerning upon us, like flames,
Sometimes it’s pretty, sometimes it’s an illusion and sometimes it burns,

Troubled by the past, cheated by the present, abandoned by the truth,
A hint of time, a longing for joy, a fear of deceit, from a pattern of unfaithfulness that keeps disturbing my peace,
A bond that keeps unlocking itself, as I grow older,

A treasure that reveals an empty box every time I touch it,
I know, I am being tried, tested and controlled, as cliché as it may sound,
I am being tried and tested, yes, for my endurance, but I cannot be controlled, that, no,

A Gypsy like me lives with an untamed soul, that can and will survive it all,

So I shall dance with the shadow until the light will learn to embrace it, and, reveal…

The mix of mysterious emotions,
The present characters, no matter how close,
Who will remain those shadows in my life, until they learn to dance with the lights and reveal them passers by.