~ Launch Pad Blues ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Alone on-board the Silver Wing, stayed in space and steel
I’m braced by leather and sealed in an astronauts tomb
where I lay tilted to gaze from behind a face leafed in gold
to a star brightening beyond my fragile sense of knowing.
Yet, into inky pools and frozen seas,
I’m falling through forgotten dreams
and find there is no end to the deep,
nor light in sight to guide my fallen Love
back to this flight of day.
She has become Night and risen an obsidian rose,
fragrant in the musk of heartbreak and moonlight,
yet sensuous and lithe beneath a moon spilling sorrows.
she becomes a blackened flower, conjuring ebony pearls from starlit dew
and extending the gentle arch of her raven wings
to embrace me with the shadow of her lover’s swarthy flower.
She comes to me now to sever my heart-entangled chord,
to scythe the air with a whispering onyx blade
and cleave the stem of an umbilical line
that has me tried and tied,
and left me dreaming of destinations
still earth found.
She and I have become prisoners of Love, I think,
grieving amidst uncertainty and sharing the weight of night’s stifling shroud
both players in the comedy of mythological love.
Sun worshippers waiting the morn’ and the emergence of
a beloved ghost from the passions of flaming pyres.
Night enfolds me in her cloying thrill and stills the fluttering yaw of
my clouds billowing ride, as it hurries across the oceans wide,
silently searching amongst shadows for a flash of blue in the silver quiver of the deep.
longing at the thought of one more press from cherished lips,
a breathless kiss to seal lasting memory, that I’d inhale until I ceased to breathe.
Come sunrise we’ll both have left this spiralling ledge,
you, gone to the inky depths of
Neptune’s fabled leagues, and me to another Earth beyond this world.
Further apart than ever before…and yet,
still no further apart than your gaze lifted skywards to the transit of a pulsing flare,
mine cast back to this sublunary jewel from the rim of a distant star.
I’ll search the void for your heart-emblazoned luminary,
knowing you’ll be there in the thaw of ice tears
welling in the swell of Tombaugh Region and
warming the chill within Pluto’s dark heart.