Ila

You spotted the uplands where I glimpsed perdition
Helped me see things in perspective
You held my breath while I held your hand
Made me feel safe and protected

You made allowances, I made amends
Dealt with my juvenile failings
You gave me purpose when I'd lost my grip
Showed me a new way to do things

Then you were gone, without fuss or farewell
My lover, my sage and my healer
Guardian Angel or secular saint
Pour toujours dans votre debt, Ila