Ana

She walks on rainbows, reaches out
beyond a million stars, and up and
down she goes upon the waves the sun
so gently pours and pours again over
the oceans and the seas, she sees, and
yet, yet deeper still, silently hidden in
her secret room nobody knows about
but she, there, in the precious chamber
of her Soul, there is this longing,
the longing for the Love as promised,
as given when she came to Be, so Ana
then, she is the only keeper of her
golden key, the key that will unlock
the gates of Paradise and only then
will Ana Be, become the Angel she
is meant to Be.

(written for and read to Ana, the bookshop girl, on the way back from Santiago De Compostella > Spain, prov Santander, Torrelavega)

At Anna’s, I bought a Spanish-English dictionary, and I told her about my love of ‘coincidences’, she wrote in the book: “On February 28th 2009 I begin to believe in the coincidences”.