Gypsy

I have wandered into your land - its verdant cry has pierced my soul. Mine are the dust-covered colors of a violent sunset; see my skirts swirl ablaze in the summer wind. My heart is a magician’s cache of tricks and turns – invisible to the eye, startling with their vision. My wit is a dark night cast with stars that shine promise of other worlds. My eyes are a noon sky – have stared too long at suns and moons, have seen days become years. I am deeply ancient. I am tabula rasa. I knew you when you were born, yet discovered you only yesterday. I will always be this curious and wise gypsy woman – dancing in the wind, walking on fire, wading the river, listening for the lush pine grove that whispers in the evening, that sings my soul’s music in a voice that is yours.