I’m on the plane
Hours circling above the environs of Santiago
Nothing else better to do but wait and twiddle my toes
A moment’s impulsion
Packed my bags in a hurry, burnt my toast
Anxious to seek
An endearing voice that has hopefully not gone cold
Do I see a figure?
An image below the clouds, true and clear?
Is it really him or an apparition of one I hold dear?
My face flushes
Blink my eyes and spot a huge congregation
Hey David, look up!
But his voice soaring, peters out my noisy gesticulations
A spread fit for a prince
He is ravenous, eyes greedy and sparkling
Nicely fed, I see
Tummy not complaining and skin sigh…still glowing
I strain my eyes
Closely watching him open his mail
Desperate to know
Is he happy with the love we sent or did we miserably fail?
I shed a tear
While he lies in deep sleep
Such a calm face
Like a reclining angel with wings folded as I peep
Sipping coffee to compose
Wishing he would come home with me now
No, not yet I guess
He still has to hang on, he must have made a vow
My cup spills
As I choke back the tears
Crikey! He suddenly looks up
Heavenwards….but alas not at me, I fear
I’m still on the plane
Reluctant for homeward bound
God Bless, David
Be strong, be happy, for you our love will forever be sound
What a strange dream
Or perhaps just day-dreaming