That gypsy

That gypsy well known for the movement of soul

that opened a portal to the knowing of more

rests now in the shade of memories

and goes through the motions without the emotion.

Once caught in the web of need and desire

she knows to remain content in repose

and she watches the sun rise up every day

in the very same way as yesterday. 

Sometimes she longs for the thrill of good love

but she sighs of course as gypsies do

for time has stolen the meaningful

and buried it deep in the long lost past.

She wanders back sometimes mindfully

and too sometimes accidentally

but always forever returns again

to the trail that leads into the unknown.

It could be a place, it could be a state,

or plain and simply the end of it all

but she trundles along with  burdens and song

wrapped up in her memories of you!