Sonnet 56 – Fly Away

Sonnet 56 – Fly Away

The morass of fantasies and daydreams

Holds the souls of our living, breathing friends

Whom we fain try to squeeze into our schemes

To feed our own selfish and silly ends.

Too much was lost in bad translation

And noisy fights and false accusation

Almost destroyed our communication

Being separated by a nation.

But now, I pray to share your joy and trust

Reminded I am both friend and sister

How good to watch you grow and shake the rust

Few are as strong and good as you, Mister.

Now must I let my Eagle fly away

And find a mate to soar with him...HOORAY!