Gypsy of the Sky
Quickly, here she falls
Silently to drop
We have come an end
Still, it never stops
Nomad of the sky
Gypsy of a star
Does she know a home?
Lies it near or far?
Ever fleeting nightfall
Here; a great escape
The last curls of her hair
Pull the tainted drape
Follow to the west
Catch the changing tune
Fade, the final gaze
Great elusive June
Copyright © Christopher Steven Coan | Year Posted 2010
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