Gypsy Crossing


Didn't we put up a magnificent fight,
Waging a war of love against ol' Death.
Never daunted by his haunting fright,
We wielded weapons well till last breath.

For your grave, some tears leave my mark,
A glittering tombstone ever so sadly wet.
Your epitaph, my raging love's watermark
Forever reminding me Love's weapons to whet.

You are free, forever roam my sweet Gypsy,
And should you cross my dear mother's path,
Please my warrior of love, tell her to see
Ol' Death will never be free from my wrath.

So long ago before you and me took to love,
Maternal love, ol' Death snatched from me.
Although I am told, her breasts my trove
He set to cold long 'fore I could truly see.

Wiping at unwanted tombstone, I find strength,
My heart hears you well and something I know.
Along your many paths, a crossing at length,
Mother listens well of tale without any woe.

Stroking your length as I did during fight,
She feels my love's very last tender touch.
Her loving hands will cradle you during night
And bring her memories of her baby's own touch.

Whisper her my long tale of lasting love Gypsy,
There on your crossing for a moment long last.
Give her a purr to fly with Time's windward lee,
To set sail to join her young one distant past.

Someday on smooth sea, we three will sail away,
So far away in love and comfort day and night.
For now my tears fall on this mild joyful day,
To whet words of a kitten for Mother's delight.