The cards were laid down in front of me,
while the wind swayed upon the trees.
It was upon the midnight of so long ago,
while the incense burned
and the candles flickered.
And shadows danced
upon the walls, so cold.
Even the rain came,
a pour then a trickle.
While before me and across,
like some gap lost,
she gazed long into my soul.
A gypsy,
and a queen of the dark mystical art.
A love that I cherished longingly
sat arms' distance away,
yet far forgotten in dismay.
And the cards were laid one upon the other,
cross the carpet that seemed
to echo a sorrow with each turn.
Oh so much for her did I yearn.
The thunder crackled
the windows rattled.
Yet in that shadowed
spill of candlelight,
my soul was entrapped with the
thrill of her futures sight.
I was enthralled by the witch of yonder,
and the love, I was so fond of her.
The night passed
as day came at last.
The air crisp and cold,
with the tune so ancient, so old.
The words she spoke were like flames
leaving heart broke.
Yet the way she smiled,
like innocent deceiving child.
It took me, it owned,
it divided me to this day to feel alone.
But the cards were laid to bring about
the future of my faith and fate.
Like turning churning tides,
it was way too late.
Crashing the future came,
dashing like shadows from candle's flame.
I was struck by the charm forever
By the gypsy of her,
endless in seeking for a cure.
To that day, to that time I will
and shall always remember,
as the world swings by like a blinding blur.
Yet tonight, after years,
she stood across from me.
And while holding back the heart's tears,
I once again dance across from the gypsy.
Instantly I was painfully reminded
of the cards that were laid,
and the seeking of heart made.
Reminded of the curse of my soul,
and the following of my road.
It's a long path, good for a laugh.
Yet I will always remember back
to the cards she lay in front of me,
and the meaning of each one turned.
As much as I will remember the way she made me feel
and the way my heart did yearn.
