Who are you? Where have you been?
Why is it that merely watching your breath rise and fall lights a fire so fierce and deep within me it hurts? What is this golden thread strung between us, taut and tight as a laser beam? Why does it sing in the warm, lazy breeze of an afternoon, shouting in the calm of the approaching storm?
What is this place that unfolds like a gilden lotus blossom? Why does space and time warp and twist between us, no matter the distance? Why do you smell of a memory never remembered?
Where did you come from, so suddenly, so swiftly, that you shake my heart like a crystalline snow globe, stirring up the beautiful sediments I never knew I had?
Who are you, and where have you been?
And why am I so blissfully afraid?