by Joseph C. Desy, poem composed as a gift for his gypsy wife, Phylameana
Joe and Phylameana Desy
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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...
Copyright ©1995 "A Gypsy's Dream" written by Joseph C. Desy, All rights reserved