Gypsy Woman

it’s not what you are running from

it’s where you are heading to,

the desire

the hope

you are one of a few,

needing to fulfill

inquisitive minds

exploring

the unknown

leaving the rest behind,

it’s blissful awareness of

everlasting anew,

a soul calls home

where all fresh dreams

go to brew

ambiguously,

it’s the untold story

that never would be

if not for the sacrifice

of two…

or three…

--- Kay.
Poem taken from her Blog.

On the South Downs

Light falls the rain
On link and laine,
After the burning day;
And the bright scene,
Blue, gold, and green,
Is blotted out in gray.

Not so will part
The glowing heart
With sunny hours gone by;
On cliff and hill
There lingers still
A light that cannot die.

Like a gold crown
Gorse decks the Down,
All sapphire lies the sea;
And incense sweet
Springs as our feet
Tread light the thymy lea.

Fade, vision bright!
Fall rain, fall night!
Forget, gray world, thy green!
For us, nor thee,
Can all days be
As though this had not been!

---Francis William Bourdillon (1852-1921)

Notes

2] laine: arable land at the foot of the Sussex Downs.

18] thymy lea: pasture fragrant with the herb thyme.

The Night has a Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When love is done.

-- Francis William Bourdillon