ZINA:

ZINA:  (HOMAGE ON REQUEST)

Zina, you beautiful old soul of a zillion skies,

Your path now following your searching eyes,

Where comets turn, planets spin & stars play,

And where days & nights waltz & slowly sway.

Your young life too short, your soul far too old,

Following God´s voice & doing what you´re told,

Flying away upon wings of planes, Angels & birds,

Leaving behind tears & feelings far beyond words.

The mere fact that you made your field in the sky,

Your name, Zina of Zeus, the old God from on high,

Engineer of aircraft & generous lover of your kin,

Leaving behind in people, only your beauty within.

Where it rains drops of joy, those are tears of yours,

The thunder of Zeus, is you knocking on God´s doors,

And when winter winds howl & the soft breezes blow,

We shall know you are close & that you didn’t far go.