Friday, March 2, 2012

A gypsy knows

There’s something in the air
and a gypsy knows it’s there
because after midnight rings the bell
and she awakes to murmurings
unclear yet understood.

It’s a message that has many times
travelled o’er the land
and the sea
and the in-between
to sit within her being
and yet she would sleep.

Night comes again, again, again,
to hold her firmly in its spell
and keep her captive longing for
sight, touch, taste and smell.

Night has neither yet it speaks
of a love that surpasses
but how weak is a love
that tiptoes round the truth
in the light of day!

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