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.
