Thank you Pt. 1

When a stranger can remind you

to reconnect with your forgotten self,

it's like when the light of the morning 

cascades through a window and

touches your eyes lids

with the softest pair of warm lips

for the first time.

Waking you, gently.

The golden warmth

engulfs you

sprinkling beams like pixies,

making you remember

the sweetness of magic on your tongue.

But maybe, you wonder

It was just a dream, right? or a coincidence?

That someone who you have never known

and may never know

can know you so well? 

Can say things,

intimate things

secretive things

about you--

that no one could know

or should know

or you would ever want anyone to know,

so succinctly.

So, if it was not a dream 

how does he know?

This man

of grand height and slim built,

with a voice reverberating in deep baritones

that echo inside you

like songs lifting prayers in a church.

How?

This man

from a land of grey clouds

and frigid winds...

How could this man from hills of ice

have a voice of comfort

like the richness of melted chocolate,

deep

dark

and bittersweet to your liking...

How could he exist?

TWH.