The time of despair has lost its hold, refusing shaded respite
The grief of absence embalming heart, releasing darkness desperate
Returning the prayers of the wandering spirit, sealed breast and bone
Sending back the wilderness, refusing pleas to roam
The earth collects the debt it’s owed without a loss of haste
Slinking roots memorializing while the stolen life displaced
The plaque above the anchored gypsy reads:
“None are ever lost when their courage is found in deeds.”