Unfathomable

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!