This one is a bit long but I think it's worth the read. so tell me what you think. ~Bright Smile~

Gypsy's Bard

In visions I can see her,

Looking at me shaking her head.

Wishing I would say more

Or even do more before I am dead.

She is much taller than I.

Her eyes well, They are bright and deep,

As brilliant blue as the bluest sky.

This ravishing Bard has come a long way.

She was not meant for a world so mundane.

Her soul is not from here, her energy divine.

Peculiar or so it seems she has chosen my name.

Our souls combined like some Mystic's fusion,

Destiny or fate you may call it what you will...

I know her deepest secrets, her simple motivations.

I am learning more each day and even more still.

In my heart, her message I will keep...

As sacred as it should be held,

Like a baby bird fallen and lost.

I will do right by her, I will do well.

For she has chosen me at all cost.

With her as my mentor,

I write as if it were an addiction.

I always have and what's more

She knows I will be true to her convictions.

Within me her story burns,

From today on into tomorrow.

This poet, she shares my dreams.

Guiding me blindly, I follow her voice, softly singing...

Through this wonderland Of fairies and magic.

Enchanting scenes of dancing morning glory.

This is where I live and breath so freely.

The bard has embraced my secret garden,

A place that only I knew of, this realm so dreamy.

She protects me from the pain she has learned.

Placing my weary head in her gentle hands

And on her precious pillow of tranquillity and inspiration.

Shielding me from the tortures she has known.

Her message so loud with vibrations so strong ...

Stories of a different time, a different day

Or even a different world perhaps.

A single Bard on a mission, a soldier of sorts.

Willingly she pulls herself up by her bootstraps,

Traveling from desert to every seaport.

Searching for that certain spark,

One that will charge her mind, electrify her pen.

A message so shocking and true

No one will be unwilling to listen.

Not a soul would be able to deny or misconstrue.

That what she has said is fact.

Forcing you to believe, that even white could be black.

The silent crusader,

fighting battles so I will not suffer.

Called to duty she never complains or criticizes,

For she is my one and only true four leaf clover.

She stands firm on her ground she never budges.

This Bard magnificent with simplicity.

Her stature strong, robust, yet sensual and tender.

Her hair... like freshly spun silk the color of mahogany.

A true sight of majestic splendor.

A consuming vision of beauty will you see,

If she should fall with in your line of sight.

Comfort and joy seep through her it seems.

To those who have shared any part of her life.

This poet, This Bard, This woman,

Unlike another that has come before.

The Earth has raised her as her own,

Watching over her as her life she explores.

This bard walks and learns and sings.

Prays and writes down all she knows,

Remembering all that she sees.

What if I told you this is just a fantasy?

What if I told you that She is who I wish I could be?

And what if I told you that you have just joined me,

In this web that I am weaving or could that be?

The Intriguing, Penetrating, Mystical Bard...

That I have just revealed to you as plain to see,

Yes, what If I told you that deep down in my heart

That vigorous Bard is me?

The soldier is the part of me that fights when I cannot.

She takes over when the pain is too great.

She lets me retreat and leave my body behind,

When this world proves to be relentless and cruel.

She sets me free from my mortal binds.

She severs the strings attached to the agony.

And allows me to seek refuge you see?

The Magic is the goddesses awake in me

The innocence of a child with me she sings

chanting and stepping with my every heartbeat

The Mystical Bard well, she is my soul, my forethought.

She is the part of me that is compelled to write.

Every emotion, every fear, everything that she has endured...

This is her simple release.

This is her home to place the anguish and joy.

So now you see all the facets I possess

Simple yet complex.

I will forever remain In debt...

to that part of me that carries no regrets.