12-24-8

The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a
haunting tune.

Of tragic lovers,
love and loss,
moonlit walks,
and grasping hands.

The gypsy woman
sang of their
raging love.
Their passionate
highs and bitter lows.

Jealousy and betrayal
plagued their love.
In the heat of passion
one lover murdered
another.

The gypsy woman
combs her hair
and sings a haunting
tune.
She never forgets
the tragic lovers doom.

12-12-8

Gypsy woman
what does your
soul say?
Does it speak
to you in love?
Does it speak
to you in anger?
Does it speak
to you at all?
When you reach
inside yourself,
sifting through
the imprints of
the past,
do you feel light?
Or is there a deep
dark haunting you?