IN A WORLD APART

I am lonely

Left bereft.

When you are gone

To that far highland place

I cannot touch

Your flaming heart

That lives

In a world apart

When your heart flees

To that far highland world

What makes your fragile heart

Cry low

Yearning for the gypsies so?

The music and the dancing flow

Like phantoms through your dreams

And will your yearning heart

Pursuing your dream

Throughout the night

Find the misted way

Into the dawn?

I stand forlorn.

What makes your heart ever beseech

The gypsy world beyond your reach

A realm quite fair

That only exists within

Your dreams or so it seems?