Literature
My little visitor
In a dream you come to me
and I hold you like a baby.
You purring loudly in my ear,
I sense that you forgave me.
I caress your head in my hand
and press a kiss upon your cheek.
I miss you my little one,
is all that I can speak.
Thank you for this flying visit,
it seems you have no time.
Your spirit brings me so much comfort,
I know that you´ll be fine.
So off you go and leave me,
one time more,
up over the bridge into the clouds,
through the cat-flap in God`s door.
12.06.2016
