Traveller

She came upon me in a dream deep down from within my destination Which coursed the mind and soul of years for my memories' inspiration The path was crowded with bouncing hooves and wagons decorated With fantasies ornaments adoration painted with merriment unabated Echoes' subconscious sound of wild horses drawing cart wheels' canter A symphony's reminder of nectar's flow from a coloured glass decanter Bewildered I reminisced on sentiments nostalgia and what lies ahead Fanfares of homeliness adventure passion to pounding of a drumhead Heated stallions ran wild with mares and took my innate flight of fancy Less trodden though in modern times a covert path offered me fragrant tansy Potions of wild garlic lavender and bouquets of aromatic blue sage scent I grabbed the message by the horns and galloped to my heart's content One face stood out and reached my fired feelings as I took off one blinker A nomad girl dressed in rags whistles bells whom you might call a tinker Olive skin and amber eyes beyond all reason teasing all sensual needs Her hair like forests full of tangles I must touch her locks lest she proceeds Around her neck dangled an amulet crafted from ivory and ancient oak Grant me a whiff of freedom give me one chance to embrace and stroke The skin's wilderness and passion which may save me from my strife A single breath or little smooch from cherry lips to give me the kiss of life She shone as bright as ruby petals and took her path along the lane Of elderberry flower and hawthorn hedges which made me go insane Her chest adorned with orange curves she wore a crown of quince She's been imprinted on my summer screen for more and ever since And still the magic rings hooked on her ears of nectarine shaped silver Stir the image when I hear a voice singing the praise and beauty of her A scintillating Roma bride sculpted from nature of the purest sense Prophesy omen oracle and metaphor in one quite magically intense When sunshine arises red and purple with violins and tambourine I pinch the moon in thanks for right next to me slumbers my Fairy Queen Once upon a time I handed her a golden peach an oath and sacred bond She calls herself a gypsy and kindly waves to me with her magic wand 11th April 2020