The Flying Angel

Flight after flight 

A new city every week 

Crossing lands and sea  

Blond and intelligent 

Might and soul so strong 

The Aura around you so pure 

Eight years since our encounter

Learning we were

How Pavlov made the dogs dance to his tune 

Altering cognition, thoughts and behavior 

You in your world 

Me in mine 

Yet we mingled and dined 

From time to time 

Sharing thoughts and plans 

Years went by 

We’d share song and prayer 

I prepared you Indian 

You let me drive the X5 in the yard 

A sister from another mother you aren’t 

For as a friend you’ve been dear and true

In moments when I had not my strength 

Confined to a bed 

You lit up my corner with preciousness 

Books and yarn 

Needle and gown 

You thought of everything that’d make me feel at home 

Now you’ve grown 

And far you travel 

Yet I’m fortunate to share our bond 

The dreams you dream

And longings you yearn for 

May they all be yours 

In divine perfect time