There was once a dog
Sweet and kind… an old soul really
Named Suzy Q
And she decided to bring two people together
He walked among faces, looking for her
It was haunting really, to search for her
Expecting her to step out of a painting
Wearing red sandals
She sat there
Smiling her beautiful crooked smile
Next to her dog Suzy Q
And a box that contained her life
Suzy Q
Looked with ancient wisdom
At incense wafting in trellised wisps
Amid Angkor Wat’s silent whispers
In moments that are deeper
And bells ringing throughout Lukla
I tremble at your smile…
I will invite you
To a feast of dhal and Apache fry bread
Bathing in masala incense
And sitar and flute rivers…
