Gypsy Bell

I met a gypsy at the door one day;
She knew the words I had but could not say:

"I like to wander where no one can ever find me;
I like to leave the race and smoking guns behind me.
I hold the sunset like an apple in my hand;
It's taste is sweeter than an old Calypso band.

Long after lights go out, before the dawn,
I like to dance barefooted on the lawn;
So cold the frost, so full the moon, so clear the sky-
The naked trees are full of starlight echoing your eyes-
An indigo and pearl-sewn carpet set to fly
Us out beyond the edge of twilight where the dreams arise.

So catch me if you can, I still have mountains left to climb;
I'm rolling in the cloudbanks with just storms to mark the time.
The universe of thought is flying frozen on the wing;
There's nothing butterflies don't know and nothing stars don't sing."

I knocked upon the door and waited patiently;
And found the only one who answered it was me.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com