Synchronicity

It’s hard to say what strange forces play From time to time throughout our lives; Some call it a coincidence When separate occurrences collide. It’s that funny feeling in the pit of your being An event’s about to occur; When sure enough the doorbell rings And there stands him or her. You haven’t seen in fifteen years More or less in days or hours; And the dream you had the night before Revealed those same gardenia scented flowers. Brought forth just to give you A gesture of friendship and love; Could it be that what we see is Synchronicity from above? And if you’ve felt the inclination To follow a particular path With no reason at all except for a call That only silence could grasp. Where logic and reason went out with the seasons When nothing remained but chance; And you discovered a treasure beyond all measure Could it be the synchronicity dance? Or something you found at the right time somehow That spoke to you right as rain: There’s a reason you discovered it here and now In a way words can’t explain. If a pen or a book a laugh or a look Picture, poem or song Reverberates deep inside your soul, Synchronicity’s come along.