With Gypsie Luck, My Own Weaken Steps Retrace
I walked in shy shadows leaving not a trace
dawn birthed winds carried a rose-fragrant smell
pleased, accepting what is owed, no disgrace
rivers of joyous happiness, I could not tell.
After illumination, shadow was to pass
I walk forward to find that, my paradise place
I was not born to be an ordinary lass
and with Gypsie luck, my own weaken steps retrace!
Hold this thought, the future may even more hurt bring
tho' no cloud could it powers follow to defy
and the flaming desert provides its scorpion stings
I see Gods have given me a beautiful sky.
This heart, this soul, flies forth into eternity
whilst time flies onward into its infinity
whilst hope promised me happiness and much more
And truth truly is, love promised a huge score.
Robert J. Lindley, original 1980
16 verse sonnet,
Rhyme, new 2023 Aug. 02
Note: This was as much as I could remember of an older(early 1980's) and much longer poem that was composed back then. The original was quite a bit longer.
Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 08-02-2023 at 02:30 PM.
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