Darling Gypsy With Sky Blue Eyes

I am bound to admit that I had vizualized her with olive skin and warm brown eyes Imagining eleven silver bracelets on her arm and eight finger rings- at least one lapis I pictured her office a parked gypsy wagon, lit by the glow of a campfire. The older lady with burgundy hair clipped short was a complete surprise. Where were the twirling tiered ruffled gypsy skirts? The crystal ball to trap us? The runes? The tarot deck? The crystal skulls? The ambiance to admire? She was not a typical fortune teller, this darling with pretty sky blue eyes We put our money down which this elderly anomaly did but naught snap up Why have you come? She asked in a gentle way with a sweetness, all desire We pointed to each other and laughed that neither knew the whys She fed us thick bread with homemade marmalade, a treat for me and Capus. Let me suggest what might have brought you to me to hire... You want to know your mission, the reason you fell from the skies Capus nodded but I held my chin, staring at her earrings which held lapis She told us of a dangerous zone and we listened to her play her lyre Her Roma cat sneaked in and gave me a sideways glance with his yellow eyes She told us of wonderful times ahead and it sounded like pure happiness and bliss We went back hundreds of times, to her up-lifting presence we never did tire.