The Earring

A hidden treasure shiny and gold underneath my pillow almost a perfect circle once hanging from a lovely earlobe on the gypsy lover that came and went with the moon. The wind has brought me her name this morning I recall the blue and gold scarf that draped her shoulders apple-blossom cheeks bright red lips slightly apart affection waiting to love my gypsy lover with golden earring.. This symbol of such beauty when the light bathed them they had a sort of twinkle elegance and grace adding to her loveliness mimicking in a strange way this piece of her left behind Perhaps she will return to retrieve it my heart awaits! ~ ~ ~ ~