I Am Coming

I know not where you'll be at any moment..
As I alight from the bus just bellow your street
In the fresh morning breeze
With the rising of the sun, you stood there
The sunlight falling upon you face.
To my surprise..
I can see the hills the red house
Dream of my dreams...
Just like that story,
I wrote and forgotten, wrote and forgotten again
Those papers casting aside, until that time...
As if I read your mind until then, buried deeply within..    
The strangeness of he..
How can he still have those pictures of me..
Thought they'd blown in the wind..
Like an unsung song..
But as I cast my eye as he roams by..
Up the road down your street..
At the night cafe I ordered a coffee thinking of he...
The scent of the burning coffee,
The aroma feeling one's senses
That scent bringing to mind remembering..
The sound of that conch shell..
Memories the love of old that until then forgotten..
In the winds of my mind, now forever remembering.
I am coming..          

By Connie James.