drifting away

the gypsy queen
is between lives, lost
in the quagmire
of doubt and shame.
the clothes on her
back,
the trunk full
of dishes and books,
broken dreams
and false promises.
the vows are broken
as she floats away
on a thin raft,
whispering may day,
mayday, as the wind
pushes her
to an old island,
where they welcome her
with open arms.
a place she will
forever stay.