THE GYPSY GIRL

I met a little gypsy girl
all music then the smallest glimpse, Victoriana lace,
the moon had paled her countenance,
who could forget her faerie-folk like face.

She strummed her way into my life
and turned it upside down,
then took her little handkerchief
and wiped away my puzzle fuzzled frown.

I knew her for a short sweet while
and then she had to travel,
this is the way its meant to be
she left-behind her dazzle.

But time will heal my heartfelt wounds
and life will go its pace
and in my dreams and fantasies
there’s golden music, then a glimpse,

. . . Victoriana lace.