It seems so long ago
Yet yesterday
All the way from the dusk
and dawn and dusk again
The moon and alleyways
Walking past
That police car, and trying
my best
to look
n o r m a l
And then you entered
As a Shamaness
A fortuneteller
And spoke to me
In Truth and Majesty
In plain words
And riddles, too
Yes, we spoke in two planes
That night
In the real and
In the surreal (visceral)
The problems in the village
Were the problems in me
... and ...
No, I didn't go on to handle myself
very well, at all
It was not a proud moment
(yet one I own)
But You.
And your words.
(Your subtle puzzles)
Rang clear.
They never left.
Oh, the village still has its troubles
And they are indeed my own
But.
They perhaps now lack
The authority and gumption
That once made them so imposing
And impossible.
And so to you, my dear friend
My brave, daring, strong
Soulstrice
May the time we missed
May the time we fly
and dine
Prepare us for the time
That we may commune
And impart
And depart
Once again
(Yet again)
Into Our Sacred Mind's Eye