The Writer

a lady of late
flashes through my dream
she might be the one, my soulmate

all across the ocean
a frequency, in tune
it’s Her voice in motion

it’s yage calling
from the depths of the jungle
into my dream falling

I can feel She is close
my heart, rapid beating
I can smell Her, my rose

a lifetime has passed
it’s the last leg
go slow, not so fast