To A Gypsy I Know

Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty
A broken rose and laughin' eyes
You're a mystery
Always runnin' wild
Like a child without a home
You're always searchin'
Searchin' for a feelin'
But it's easy come and easy go

-Mariah Carey "Bringin' On The Hearbreak"

I pray for a gypsy who searches still. He cuts his hands as he passes through the thicket, and scrapes his knees as he scales the peaks. Through your ramblings, dear gypsy, let the world not dim the sparkle in your eyes. Let the rose you keep in your heart of hearts remain abloom in its crimson beauty. Let not the thorns bleed it dry of color.