In lyrical fashion they fall of this gypsy soul
rehearsed longings, song-like reminders
Days long of time in the mind of a charmer,
memories threaded, stitched of fears
Aching endeavors form each step of the procession
slowly along the sorted byways of life,
aged in moments of eternal passing
Crooked lines predict faultless failures,
staggered footprints hide from the light,
cloaked in brocade emotions
on a winding trail of the forgotten
Stained in petrified tears
the sorrowed breadcrumbs are scattered
never to die, again