Karma

It is a word selected from a foreign land,
By a beautiful lady with an empty hand,
Yet in her mind still she sees,
An evening sunset across an ocean breeze.

And on a distant shore her thought it reaches me,
And for a little while I stop,
Thinking of her idle thoughts,
And as I smile with ease knowing she thought not of me.

Yet in this universe untold,
Magic things they do unfold,
And like fairy stories told of old,
A knight is reminded.

And as I turn to leave a gentle breeze it touches me,
I stop and turn around and there I see upon the ground,
A blossom from a distant magnolia tree,
And wonder how far it took the wind to bring it to me?