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
Than the hum of distant stars
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…