The Lost Gypsy Pilgrim

by

Somewhere in a grove of hickory

The band is hidden by the trees

A wagon's curtain flutters in the breeze

And a vermillion ribboned horizon

Reflects the lowering November sky

Crimson clouds waved with ember hue

Passion shrouds of claret satin strewn

Of burgundy velvet rosy deep maroon

Amber tinged rifts below the gray

And there with sensuous swirling lilt

A kneeling red lipped gypsy girl

Wrapped in a scarlet gyspsy quilt

Gazing intent at a crystal sphere

Filled by golden beams of lantern moon

There reflecting her transfixed swoon

Searching for the ghostly reflection

Of lonely gypsy souls in the Earth

Diamond bright eyes shining in night

Kneeling by the gypsy campfire bright

In crystal glass a lonely soul she sees

Like cold mist rising from the sea

A dismal leaf on a barren reef

A dreamer without a dream to dream

A wanderlust rover with nowhere to roam

Longing with her spirit to be free

A bauble in her bracelet he would be

A twinkle in her happy eye he would be

A rhinestone in her looking glass to see

A silver chain hearing her heart beat

And this prayer she hears him speak

Oh Lord of all the skies and seas

Oh to dead and forgotten be

To all the world but Jesu and She

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by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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