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!