Make Me Saint Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Make me saint

Hey flakes of snow
-come and land;
-come slow…

Be cautious, observant,
-don't crash, nor crush!
-Be around like pageant
-and never melt to fade.

Let you be as you are
-soft, sweet, angular
-with many hands and legs
-and remain light in weight.

Hey flakes
-and flakes
-and flakes

Hey flakes, the pilots
-and best of astronauts
-your flight is my wine,
-so, fly and fly and fly
-in space and sky.

You, the best flyers,
-choose downwind and dogleg
-then approach in final; ILS,
-on me as your runway.

Put your wheels on my hair
-hold the yoke, flap and aileron,
-no rudder…
-Follow loop maneuver
-over my eyebrows,
-and my face.
-Make me a test ground
-turn me into angel.

Why not I become an Archangel?
-Duplicate, copy of one of saints,
-maybe the Gabriel and Michael!