A room I entered of fortune and dreams
A mystic world, now it seems
Hoping to find answers, I followed my heart
A gypsy woman to read my stars
She lay before me some scattered bones
And talked about ruins and magic stones
Then she gazed into the crystal ball
Getting some answers to her call
A vision of a dream, started to form
Shaping into reality as she performed
'Teller of fortune, holder of hearts'
'Tell me what lies beneath the cards'
She got some answers as mystery unfolds
Fear not for I see your heart is of gold
Good days are ahead so just behold!
You will find answers that I was told
The sky is your fortune; you'll find your way
Forget your sorrows and dream each day
Smell the flowers that bloom in the fields
So many broken hearts have healed
So fear no more and open up your heart
To a new beginning all from the start.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful longing poem…dead serious on the tracks of the train called hope … cogent and coherent On poetic merit your lines are fluid and charming….they brought to fore an old song that any one who loves music can hardly not like Its called … “gypsy”….and the amazing Stevie Nicks …you may like to u tube it…I just love to it….it is such a heady mix of nostalgia and dreamy surrealism… transports ‘me at least’ to an altogether different dimension….and there in lies the rich contextual merit this poem is so high on Lovely Pleasure to read yer lines :) sat