My mind wanders From place to place, Along with the caravan of thoughts, Like a gypsy woman Tending her sheep, Climbing the mountains, Cooking food in earthenware, Building a fire out of twigs Singing a wild song of longing Or of romance It stays not at one place Restless, agitated moves on, Sometimes seen splashing water, In a shallow river where silver fish jump And plop back, Or watching twinkling stars flowing Down the stream Laughs with the zyphers with thunder it screams Gets lost in layers of time humming a forgotten rhyme of years bygone ! Photo Credit to the rightful owner