Zingara

In darkness beams a shaft of tender light, A dream foretold within a gypsy’s tent, While she sat gazing on an open hand, The gift of gods revealed in second sight, And had she seen my heart was left unspent, As she then told of the destiny planned. Then into the cup, she began to stare, And told the wonder that she saw in there. How love and fortune lay within the night, As in the crystal, she then cast her eye, My hopes and dreams were bound in love’s first flight, At last, no more my heart is born to cry, I felt the joy that comes from pure delight, As my dreams unfurled in a gypsy’s scry. Fprm: Alfred Dorn Sonnet