Twists and turns

Forced to look upon a star

that gypsy’s mind wandered far

and trespassed into other lands

beyond the borders of her time. 

But she withdraw in tandem with

the slow downturn of tired eyes

and she was then amazed to find

she found love not on this here land.

She thought to look again up, up,

but how the land twisted, turned,

and she dared not lose her grip

on her perceived true home.

She trundled forth amidst the gloom

and watched the pass of minutes, hours,

till finally she counted years

and then more years and years.

She never found love, no, not ere

upon the straights or corners, bends,

of mother earth’s so hard terrain

that made her twist and turn.

She twists and turns until this day

seeking strength to look again

but stars are hidden by the clouds

that float unbidden into mind.

Or does she call them in, in, in,

to simply block out all she knows

so she can trundle on and on

amidst the gloom of mortal life?

Perhaps she does, perhaps not so,

but who can know a gypsy’s mind

or why she sighs and sometimes cries

in the middle of a twist and turn?