Friday, June 6, 2014

That gypsy again

No longer in that ever great love
and no longer seeking its substitute
that gypsy well known for moving away
stands still to know and assimilate
the strange and amazing moves
of the now invisible.

And with the shake of her head
she sighs her astonishment
and yet she knows, deep down she knows,
love never abandons or cuts the ties
though seemingly it would appear.

She breathes the change that’s come her way
straight into her inner sanctum
but there’s no debate or argument
in the silence of her immobility.

It’s beautiful there and so comforting
but soon she must bid farewell
and take to the trails one more time
to come face to face
with the beginning again and ending
of what she has always known
was her one and only life purpose.

Perhaps she will miss the trundling along
in her wagon grown older with time
but her call to the wild, “Wish me well”
can be heard today, tomorrow, until
she must again … know and assimilate!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Home fires

That gypsy stayed near the mountain of more
which retreated the more she advanced
and so she knew well to go back again
to the constant burn of home fires.

But have they ceased in her absence to speak
of a camp of laughter and mirth
or do they burn low and dispirited
because of time’s ungodliness?

And what of the trees, grass, pebbles, stones,
that comforted, held and supported
her each and every endeavour
to reach that awesome mountain?

So she snips a bit from here and there,
bends low to retrieve memories,
and places them all in her rucksack of past
to not ever be lost and forgotten.

Though once there were three now only one
fire of her heart and soul
that fire will spark and revive again
into its true potential ~
and she will watch and wait patiently
until she knows she can safely leave
the land of human endeavour.

Burn little fire, burn bright and high,
to warm from afar that old gypsy’s heart!