The Gypsy Who Loved

Like riding on waves wavering not sure where it takes me searching for a log just to hold on, but helpless, and alone in an abyss. Slumber, how I wish a day's sleep to keep everything aside, and rest, in my beloved’s lap, that warm lap. Hours of cuddling , sweet lovemaking the joy of belonging, drugged in love kissing her wet lips, warmth so alluring And a rest in the arms of the beloved. But now left in life's wilderness Searching For the lost oasis. will I reach it before die of thirst? or be buried in unfulfilled dreams. Night again, pitch dark, dead silent A chill passes through my spine Spreads and chokes me like a python. Unable to move, pushing to oblivion. Me not alone ,have memories so fond enough to rekindle, like resurrection, The memory of love and her warmth the lingering fragrance of the past Enough to live on but why tears still? This silence has thousand tongues Audible silence of a forgotten living told in a lovers song, life of the lonely. long ride of a dreamer, moving yet still, pangs of fatigue, a thirst so hurting. The morning sun, on a spring winter not far away, naked trees shy Rushing to cover with new foliage. song of the cuckoos, resting on twigs Echoes of distant church bell chimes , the creepers waving to the farmers dews, shining diamonds in dawn rays the gurgle of the sparkling stream In thickets the chirpings of love birds smell of raw earth, ants lined in order, the cattle linedup, heading pastures A silhouette afar dressed in snow A hoof sound of a horse in its course It's all fine dear to exalt my heart but on a lonely day it's all wasted gift. Wandering in search, to love reclaim Where should I search that I lost than in your own heart love preserved my life, a loser's lament, a dirge- of a priest burying the dead in cold a whisper of the devil to the cursed a mistake of the master of creation Blemish on the moon reflecting sun yet a crave to live, if she were here. Even the mirage formed by memories Make me wander in arid deserts where the sun burns all it's fuel . I sustain on dreams wandering living! a faint feeling now hurting. the heart is dried unable to beat but somewhere, just a feeble throb a throb that lost rhythmic speed. just waiting for her sweet breath To inclaim my life with her love.