Gypsy Caravan

Gypsy on Caravan

Gypsy aboard heart's caravan
Traveling past countless tinsel stars
Dreamily the moon dances
Stealing in silent
Through my solitary
Window bars.

This journey this ride
This stupendous pride
This do it yourself
A loneliness called life.

My heart makes even desert bloom
And crafts sweet shimmering mirage.
To detect its true oasis
needs far more worth and courage.

I'm a fanciful gypsy
A do it alone mystery
A whimsical history
On my caravan of
Love so exotic
Economic in times of need
And other times
far too generous indeed.

Let me peddle my obsolete ware
My emerald stones of jealousy
My ruby red love my enduring diamond solitaire
My cheap trinkets are my semi precious face
And my eyes shed silicates of wet molten glass

The heart I give to you
Refuses to leave me
I can live with it... So
Cleaving close to grief
And true.

It is mine more than another's.
I reclaim it chimera alter ego
...and I'm on my way
With my lightest baggage packed
The heavy burdens as
Excess shed.

My wild moon bound caravan
Will trundle to a stop
Only for strangest sea shells of antiquity
On oceans of lunar tranquility.

I pull my hair out
like a curtain of
Black mourning
To hide the barren moonlight
Until then...

This caravan dark enticing grateful
Pulled by a punch bowl
of streaming lullabyes
To all the sweet goodbyes
I've said
Horses without names...
I set you all free.
Like arrows of fate
From
Orion's easy bow.

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