The Gypsy

I see her come around some nights
when most of us are gone
her eyes like tiny emeralds
hold glints of things unkown

She never says a word to us
sits sipping on her wine
Silently and pleasantly
She loves to take her time

I left my sense one wild night
and followed Lady home
her boots with tiny silver heels
were sparkling from the moon

Soft hair like chestnut roses
swayed like willows in the wind
I found it hard to concentrate
on how and why and when

At once, she stopped & turned my way
those emerald eyes so wide.
"Yes?" she simply questioned
And I asked the lady "Why?"

"Why are you the way you are?"
I questioned like a fool
She shook her head and quickly said
"I'm me and you are you.”

“The sky is me and the sky is you
and everything turns sometimes blue
and sometimes when you're so much you
the world falls down on you.”

She turned and walked away then
And I was left to wonder
How sometimes when the world falls
It's more than just a blunder.

(c) 2002 s. matthews