Sunday, May 18, 2014

Down at the river

Down at the river where the water runs cool
that gypsy reclines in her love of you
gone now like the pebbles thrown in one by one
and the sink of each day’s so beautiful sun. 

She remembers the ripples and how they flowed
outward, outward, until her face glowed
and how that light in the dark of her life
made everything be completely alright.

That was then but now after the fact
that bubble of love lies dormant and flat
and lives within the depths of her soul
with no conceivable life of its own.

She gathers more pebbles, awaits a new day,
but the call of the wild distinct in its way
makes her know to lighten her load
and set forth again on a new road.

But there in the fields where the gypsies roam free
there are no roads on which she can flee
but she moves, she does, until the sun sets
and she joins that bubble in heavenly rest!

Sunday, May 4, 2014


She turned to the blue as a means to be true
but green and brown so close to her feet
pulled her away and tied her down
to the oddities of life on the earth.

Now a gypsy is prone to shake her head
not only when dancing to the tune of love
and so she does almost every day
in attempts to align with the unfathomable.

She shakes and shakes while trundling along
in a wagon grown old and missing the spark
and of dancing it seems she’s forgotten the moves
and the tune of love too feint to be heard.

She’s a gypsy alone too far from home
but years of living have dulled her brain
and she can’t recall the site and layout
of that place where the music played.

She wonders if this hill or maybe the next
will find her facing her very own death
but still the search for where she belongs
pushes her forward and on. 

It’s that blue, that blue, that beautiful blue
that can bring down the magic to earth
to turn old wagons to flying machines
and transport the old back into youth.

And if you were the blue, what would you do?
Like gypsies perhaps you’d just shake your head
and forever, forever, attempt to align
with the completely unfathomable!