Then and then

The spirit is gone from one who once

loved the morning light

and now forever there seems to be

a dark and deadly overlay

over all of this glorious life.

That overlay comes and goes

like gypsies who traverse the plains

with a touch here and a touch there

but no earthly place to call home.

Happily so it doesn’t stay long

in that place where the spirit once sang

but now it is known that when it returns

it’s darker and thicker than ever before.

Weighted down and no longer spry

it’s loath to move to another pasture

and so hard to push it out of the door

when presumed it too has a purpose.

But be like a gypsy, oh, dear overlay,

and move on over the hills

until you find a mountain of grief

that welcomes your deadly presence.

Then that morning light once loved

will lift up the eyes, heart, mind, soul,

and rekindle that gypsy spirit

so long hidden from view.

And then and then all gypsies will move

to gain a good view and better perspective

of all that the beautiful morning light

chooses to shine upon –

and the angels will join the spirit within

and sing and sing again and again!