(a friend of mine is going to Thailand and will burn this poem as an offering for me as I requested. Thanks Dino!)
Namaste' brother Banyon
Fair Folk, spirit beings
Of whole forests, rivers and rocks
I miss you
I love you
I have not forgotten
I look up at our moon
And hope the light of my gaze
Looks down on the thick
Green leaves of a land
Where my feet once trod
And my spirit kin
Still walks the streets
Speak to children
And are honored
With little gifts
I miss you
I love you
I have not forgotten
You still have a piece of my soul
Come through the Pathway of the Moon
Bounce off the Moon
And come visit me.
You are welcome
To visit me
As my poem is offered up to you.