ten years gone

Lost Tears

Torn in two,
My heart is breaking,
tears are flowing,
my mind is aching.

Falling into the mists,
drifting in the forest,
without a path,
without direction.

In sorrow,
my soul wallows,
without felling,
with numbness.

There is no love,
but only pain.
For you, I miss,
for you, I cry.

For me,
I hide,
without a thought,
I’m lost


Gypsy soul

In a world of grace and beauty,
We drift into the night.

Our sole as gypsies be,
for we drift endlessly.

I seem to be that soul,
the nomad.

As travelers go.
We seem to be ancient.
On an endless path,

with Irish eyes we see,
that’s Gypsy are the key.