My Gypsy Soul

Looking out from this darkened room
through a thin veil of consciousness,
my gypsy soul recalls times past
and longs to venture once again--

yearns to soar into clear blue skies,
or cruise down the winding river
to distant places not yet seen,
just like so many times before.

Trapped inside a corrupted shell
of flesh and bone, my gypsy soul
screams in agony for release
from the tortures of this prison.

An angel’s song eases tension,
allowing consciousness to drift
away like sand through my fingers,
and my gypsy soul soars again

on gossamer wings to golden
shores in a heavenly kingdom.