Gypsy Fate

In the embers of the universe,

Full of black and cold.

Where a gypsy serves not to old.

She smokes a pipe, and dines with stars.

Her restless soul spins like mars.

Above the darkness, strong and true,

She waits for you.

So pleasant will her essence be,

When met with her especially.

The spoken and the silence will,

Will joyously amaze and thrill.

You will sit with her upon a stump,

In gaze and utter wonderment.

her morals she will tell.

As nirvana quaintly governs it.

Millions upon billions far,

She'll end her narrative faint.

You’ll softly falling back upon the earth.

As heaven paints your faith.