Fancy Meeting You Here

As I drifted, crystal clear, into the void -between- in here

I found I sought a single thought, that came to me -Indeed- so queer

In tears I said -Aloud to me- Perhaps although to you

"Fancy meeting you here," although I know it wasn't true

I do expect you to believe (with all respects you do)

That in my peaceful thinking eve, I spoke again to you

"Fancy meeting you here" rang my mind and voice with tone-

-Alike to that of any cat as if their growls spoke

I then -again- would drift in zen, uninterrupted yet

Beneath your very dreaming brain as though to you, your pet.

But then, AGAIN, it seems I said; With thoughts I know I knew

These "Fancy meeting you here" words although it wasn't true

And then in full I lost control, the void I used to dwell

Entirely expired to a swarming mess of Hell

In truth I know, it was my mind, a simple psychic trip

But at the time I found it well... they troubled me a bit.

Twas then, was when I lost my Zen, and when I saw your eyes

Surprising me enticingly they sang and hypnotized.

"Fancy meeting you here" were the words I say I said

While you -in truth- were terrified whilst leaned over your bed

You quickly pulled yourself back up and ran out bedroom door,

While I sunk back to zen to dream of you, unlike before

And so tonight you seem my face, with grinning, smiling glee

And you can say, in special way, it's fancy meeting me.