The Gypsy's Gift

by James Gower

Sept.28th,2002

She danced her dance and weaved a spell

The words she sang I dare not tell

Around the fire she would twirl and whirl

She stole my heart this beautiful gypsy girl

Her eyes so alive she sparked my soul

Burning desire passion untold

Was she real was this a dream

Was I still in slumber ore by the stream

Was it may haps a memory my dreams they do revive

Telling a tale from long ago of a love contrived

For as I watched her in her dance I felt she was in fear

There was another close at hand bidding her to near

On her face the worry there contorted by fire light

Her eyes now blazed twas not fear was now in shear delight

A glint of steel an out streched hand her blade has found its mark

The attacker now on the ground draining his lifes spark

I look again and she sees me to her words bid me go

I'll find you again my one true love but this you have to know

He was my owner I'm just a slave , we can not hope to live

So run my love to freedoms arms tis the gift I give

For we will be together in another place and time

But for now im just a dream in the corner of your mind

Awaked now and on the breeze I smell her faint perfume

Twas not a dream she was here I feel her love consume

But as I look around again and see twas just a dream

I fall upon my knees and cry to the heaven I do scream

She was my all my everything why did she have to die

Once again I hear her voice saying shhhh dont you cry

I still live on each night it seems hidden in your dreams

And we will be together love its in the higher scheme

For you must learn to rule in just and lay all fear aside

Then my love I shall return and rule there as your bride

The End