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