There I was laying in a lush green meadow, enveloped within the leaves of tall grass, wet with moisture from the morning dew… and in willful surrender to the divine…

A lovely man with long dark hair wearing a white Indian Sherwani and sandals, walked up to me….

Hello, he said… I answered in kind…

And may I ask who you are?

His answer rolled off his tongue like a hand gliding over velvet… Your lover …

and at this we both laughed nervously…

Snidely, I asked…from where do you hail…

No where really…he replied

And why would you say, you are my ….

…Because I have been smitten by your sunset orange color…

But you see? I asked…

yet no answer…

Inwardly, I though that “no where” must be far away and he is not the usual sort of man I tend to magnetize. Yet, something in his way…