GYPSY

"And all I have are the embers of your fires..."


A Tambourine, and the evening is beckoning
through the distance 
of time : a serpentine road / echoes
the colorful blouses and silks
the memory of love's fire
casting lithe shadows outside the starry nights
fat with celebration 
merely a breath from the walls
of this weathered tent...

You were a storyteller on my skin
your lips like fireflies igniting the dark
where only the cold unseen
had gone untouched
until the blaze of the starlight horizon
engulfs without consuming or burning us

you are wildfire magic
the emperor stag or wolf or stallion
and the world is one kingdom
with many heirs 
and bright castles

There is a fire for keeping warm
and a fire so hot to shape iron into swords
you are both

mines in mind of wilderness

Every camp we make 
a home to hold the embers glow

perchance we stay and mold stronger roots
claim the dirt and dig for gold
place a hat and dub a crown
nothing lifts like wind on embers
when love is not around
life is without fire 
no warmth can be rendered....

When your love is not around.

Reviews

[Daydreamer]

What an elegant depiction of a love that roams freely. Thank you for reviewing my work and sharing yours :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You summed it up marvelously at the end of this wonderful poem. Thank you for sharing with us. ...:))))