The Gypsy

Sitting in her caravan old, 

The gypsy and her heart unfolds

Her past, the place she'd found home

While her eyes, with tears, shone. 

Several moons ago while traversing

Endless deserts, forests, and streams

She'd come across a hut hidden neatly

In the greens, as if waiting for her keenly.

She stopped and parked her archaic caravan 

Wondering if she'd find inhabitants, woman or man?

Slowly with weary feet, she walked towards the door

Her leather boots clicked on the wooden floor

But before she could announce herself

Through the arched window, she saw a shelf

Inside this cottage, and next to it

Impossible beauty, her soul instantly lit. 

Indescribable, what she'd seen

A human ridiculously pristine

With raven hair and emerald eyes

This human stripped her off her disguise. 

Yes disguise for the gypsy was one

A running spirit wanted by none. 

But today as if the cosmos conspired

To show her a being, possessing her every desire. 

She collapsed on the floor with a thud

Emerald eyes, suddenly startled, turned

To look at those hazel wonderstruck eyes

Both smiled together, they'd found their prize. 

And then began a love story

Like never heard or told in all its glory.

No, they never shared words at all

As one was mute without their fault.

Yet never did they need words nor voice

To know each other's souls or to rejoice

Their union, spectacular and revered

Just like their hearts, sincere and severe. 

For eons and years, the gypsy stayed

With her love, hidden away

Yet blissful and content with their world

That they'd created with little beings who twirled. 

The little angels had their faces

Slowly they grew up through the ages.

And bit by bit, the gypsy and her love

Now a little wrinkled would still blush. 

 Once the angels left the hidden nest

The old gypsy and her lover would rest

Sometimes traversing through unknown lands

In her caravan, never lets go of her hand.

And a few more years and time passed

The gypsy mistakenly thought this'd last

This joy, this utopia, and their paradise

Would stay forever, bereft of vice.

But one day, the only visitor

They'd had in their hut ever,

Came with his reaper and cloak

As dark as the night, he spoke.

"My dear the time is here

To let go of your love without fear

For I am here to take her

To the world of forever."

Puzzled, Gypsy, now grey and squeaky,

Tried to run to him, but her body resisted

So helpless, wordless she only twisted

While her lover's soul now manifested.

Separate from their body and mind

The gypsy saw their soul leave her behind

Only tears, incessant flowed and flowed

While the regretful Grim reaper rode

With her lover's essence, to their abode.

Now the gypsy is at her life's end

In her caravan that was again her den

She sits and waits for the same visitor

Who'll carry her to her beloved lover?