She Walks Like a Gypsy
She walks in whispers and leaves in mystery
hear her call but I must resist temptation
her ivory voice of silk and compassion
leaves me staggered in contemplation
oh to be with her so safe and warm
tanned lace and honey milk in her touch
i dream of her this lonely desert night
and wonder if she feels as much
i found her in the pale moonlit glow
of a caravan under sandy sky
i found her there with beauty in her smile
kissing me with a tempered sigh
she is just a fleeting dream
born of wind and saffron
just a vague memory
one i can reflect on
i wish she was with me all these years
to help me with these falling tears
but she is not, just a flickering flame
one that can never be had or ever tamed
she walks like a gypsy
in at dusk and out at dawn
the fairest vision ever seen by me
and forever out of reach beyond
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2005
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