Jungli Some things cannot be explained; How I see the jungle in your eyes, Your sense that can foretell the rains Before it wades in on distant skies, Or the smell of your skin And it's power to take me within To the forests of your kin. How our journeys came to taction, In diasporic cross-attraction Amerindian piaiman fractions In a whitewashed love abstraction; How the tracks of the soul Keep fragments of old, Seeking to piece the whole. Some things cannot be explained; Why we are here together Revolving as two on this plain, What we are to learn from each other Or what we are to lose or gain; Some things cannot be explained. I hear them call you while you're sleeping, In each subtle breath you breathe; The voices of your tribe sweep in And rest endlessly in the trees Leading a path to your every place, I tag each trace, match the pace, Gather the whispers of my own Forever to find home In the temple Of your embrace Where reason is needless to ascertain; Some things just cannot be explained.