Course of Light

In the stillness of the night
your voice rang out, clear and soft:
"Everytime you help someone,

I will remember you forever."

And in my dream
I saw you,
calm and certain,
guiding a great plane through a crowd
that refused to move aside.

No rush, no force —
only the quiet knowing
that our path would open.
Some remained in the way,
but you found the passage.
For just ahead,
beyond sight,
the open sky was waiting
for the moment to rise.

We share the same course:
gentle in heart,
steady in direction,
knowing the takeoff
is already within us.