IF I HAVE ARRIVED
The air traffic has become the sky's pulse.
Should I be jealous of the passengers travelling far?
I am without a suitcase, barefooted but calm.
My aircraft flies through your blue eyes' sky.
It covers distances as fast as invisible seconds through time's miles.
Ask me, my darling, if I have arrived.
I bow my head before the statue of Victoria Queen to open my heart.
Your Majesty, another century brought me to your land from afar.
My darling's blue eyes hold a cloudless sky.
I was in the sky where no aircrafts flew faster than mine.
I whisper to her putting my burst heart on her tender palm.
Your Majesty, let me stay here, in this harbour's light.
My darling, ask me if I have arrived.