In the dark mystery of the Suwannee woods,
you revealed your magic…
and not directly to me immediatley.
I heard your soft funky chords
around the warmth of a camp fire
and made my way to say hello.
We spoke a sentence or two,
exchanged numbers and said adieu.
Later over the weekend,
by chance we didn’t meet again.
The only way to know what was in your soul
was to take a leap of faith
and meet with you in the ‘real world’.
You came to me,
from your town to mine,
we explored the Buddhist temple
and revealed some of our minds.
When we meditated together
I found a new place with you;
this place some call Nirvana,
and others call it heaven…
I call it home.