Skies are covered,
in that dreary cloudfilled gray,
the sun he hides his lovely self today,
his light has gone-
for now away,
an now-
is gloomy in his place.
I know his light,
will come to me on another day,
again the birds in song will sing I pray,
when I will dance again,
as my sweet memories,
as they again replay,
as a smile comes to my face.
I wish to rest my heart.
so there has to be another way,
for my stupid gypsy heart,
it simply-
it just cannot stay,
And so-
the war between my older and wiser soul,
and my youthful spirit -
Apparently has begun.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Why do I never stay?
My gypsy feet - why me?