It seemed like it might be important,
So you scribbled it down.
some cryptic notes to decipher later
when meaning can resound.

Right now the outlook is kinda hazy,
They are there. They have arrived.
but the just float in your mind lazy.

Sometimes they come back to you 
like a memory of something that hasn’t happened yet.
this seems a little crazy.
sometimes they come backwards and find you.

“in a place that transcends time and place”

recognition
the sun breaks through the trees.
we go from black and white overnight
to a fully colorized scene

is it this time this place that doesn’t exist?
it is now?
the woods haunt me just like a prophecy.
come whispering the same incantation.

I read the poem to strangers.
who don’t understand the weight.

“the meeting is unimportant “

you started down the path looking for one things,
but have arrived here and it is something entirely different.

how it begins is just how it got started
and now that we arrive we have forgotten it.