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!