Gypsies

Gypsies Across a misty channel Sensor fingers Stretch Through foggy, silent waves Where two souls embrace In expeditions of speechless discovery Two minds stand naked, Face to face, With wordless words Each knowing the inner rhyme Of another soul – Intimate outside skin and limbs. Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months Two silent gypsies wander, Through heartbeats They stand, then gaze, Connected to each other - Escapees of the spoken word; Outside the limits of ticking clocks Two hearts touch And see the signature of yet another Self At the address of the not yet arrived, Undelivered. Across the minutes and the moonlight Pushing past the stealthy march of mysteries Two fugitives flee holding hands Leaving footprints Escaping lines and spaces Of a calendar; Two almost strangers stand At the mystic gates of the unknown - Today’s unwanted guests Intruders in tomorrow’s dwelling - Thieves of time - Fate’s despoilers. Across the walls of midnight’s Crumbling castles Two wanderers peer into fleeting glimpses Briefly understanding The images and ghosts Taking shape in the mist undefined; Two stowaways crouch in secret coves, Hidden from eyes born into mortality In the warehouse of the borning To see and not quite Understand Young future’s dance. Across all barriers of time and space Two gypsies touch outside galaxies to identify Vague daylight outlines- dim midnight contours - Embracing imprints, Acknowledgment of events to come - Words still unspoken; Two souls run past the morning Then return in recognition For they now stand Outside of themselves - Vagabonds of facts Nomads escaping demands for proof in black and white. Great minds get the memo.