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!