TO A BEING IMMORTAL

TO A BEING IMMORTAL

by Simon Vincent

            With diamond wings I set you free

high above a crimson sky

            you dare not fly just yet

glorious wings laden with your loot

            your perfect eyes filled with boiling tears

you yearn for a perfect sky and gentle breeze.

            You cling with tender claws

for the journey you feel can wait

            for one more kiss

                one more caress.

            Go I beg you

I set you free!

            I release you from my spell

leave me to my boring peace.

            And then finally you leave

on hollow broken wings

            through velvet clouds

no calm tonight, a angry sky, a stormy sea,

            but on you fly!

High on high, the stars to reach

            you crash through barriers not of man

with lightning speed

            and I stand in awe and watch you

as if I did not know

            as if I did not care

for scorn builds hate

            and hate is the marrow of the                       immortals.

           

            And yes I stand in awe

and feel the coldness of your new-found strength

            and on you fly

from heaven...or is it hell? 

            I then grow old

an instant all it takes

            a wise old man

the graying scars

            not healed burning at my flesh.

            The horror of it all

            To think that mere mortals

can cast a spell on a

            goddess like you.

I pray for forgiveness,

            and beg you now

for I now know that I

            cannot hold, much less release a sunbeam

            or a star.

I can only feel their presence

            for a borrowed fraction

of our time.

            And so I beg you

to release me...then.

            For flesh and blood is all I know

            For flesh and blood is all I am.