I inhale your sweet essence
and it reminds me of the smell of honey suckle
after a long spring’s rain.

I exhale
and out comes all the anger
frustration and pain.

A sudden calm engulfs me in a blanket 
of warmth and security
Reminding me exactly what it is to be truly free.

Like with you 
there is no me.

The sweet words of your intellect
flow from the well-springs of your mind
And cascade off your full Afrikan lips
Soft and kind,
Harmonizing the spirit and the mind.

Like waterfalls in Jamaica
Bathing me in a natural mist of rejuvenating reminiscence. 
Like when we were in the garden
at the foot of Mt. Kilamajoro.

You compliment my very being, bringing
harmony and balance to this tempest
that I call  my life.

You can call it dejavu
but I call it truth.

I’ve seen you in the past and we’ve been here before
We’ve known each other for millions of years
yet we’re meeting for the very first time.

Kindred spirits in a celestial union
we are one.

And as the night concedes to the day, and
the moon to the sun,
You are the one.