Gypsies

Repetition of patterns
Mysterious parallels
Amidst darkness and light
Sublime suffering in a dream
Pursuing candlelight in a cave
A parade of gypsies

Assertive hauntings
Violins crying —
With odious tears
Solace henceforth
Fabricated agonies
Whereabouts the mirage

Floating eyes in a dark wind
Surrealistic wanderings —
But to what extent?
A memory captures the moment
Somewhere in the ancient trees
Fading shadows blend into dusk.


A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 11-20-20

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