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A Gypsy's Dream
Wrapped warmly in the burnished coat of the
tiger,
Protected, safe in his strong but indifferent
embrace,
Her eternal spirit drifts upwards without
notice
To soar above the sky and beyond,
Within and without the known continents of space
and time
And some unknown, yet untravelled
realms.
Bounding off celestial citadels,
Guided by the stars and the eroded
paths
Of those who dreamed these places
before,
She dares to enter the next one proudly,
defiantly.
"When is this time? Where is this
place?"
She sees, as a gypsy reads her tattered
cards,
Through darkest portals that open
wide
Onto horizons far out of reach
But magnificent in her searching mind's
eye.
She flits about, this moth for the
light,
From life to life,
From one lonely shore to another
Somewhere, somewhen more distant in space and
time,
Forever beseeching the Seers of Then and
Now
Who contradict and utter sacred verse
obscure,
Tempt her with puzzles and purses of
gold,
Then gravely stare in stoic
silence,
Unmoved by her passion and wondrous kit of
charms.
Determined, she stands upon the
pinnacle
Of their sublime, ethereal world,
Glimpsing shadows and thrilling by what lay
ahead.
Reborn, her flesh exudes a bold blind
innocence
And all the while clutching weakly
At her dangerous, impartial earthbound
guardian.
Let it go! Throw off this feline
shroud!
Stand naked, shivering before the
altar,
Brilliant in your glowing sunlit
whiteness
And dare to ask:
"Why was I granted this unlikely
life?
To what end will it serve, what
good?"
Infinite choices have we, or so it
seems,
Yet vaguely does she know now as
before
That only just to seek within
herself,
To turn that wandering, wondering eye
around,
Fling wide the shutters of that inner
window
And peer intently through the fog
beyond,
The answers are awaiting.
The answers are awaiting...