~ Silver Winged Messenger ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Stepping past a cemetery’s grave and haunting stare,
I sensed a fleeting shadow still lingering somewhere there,
He was never really there again until I passed him by today,
The whispering winged Seraph who called for me to stay.
For each the sunless day must come
when flesh and bone expire.
And though in grief our time is done
the Heart transcends desire.
Grounded beneath this memorial slab
and mourning periphery.
Comes the feint echo of a precious song
lamenting lost wings reverie.
Echoing within the wet weeping stone
and scrolling drapery.
Lays the dusted voice of an Airman’s life
in flightless disharmony.
Languid in the embalming salve
of Earth’s unfeigned symphony.
His spirit moves and stirs my words
to quill an epiphany.
‘Tis time to wear a young airman’s wings, he said
and glide the Cosmic Avenue”
‘Tis time to ride a Silver Board, he said
and light-up the Celestial Fuse.”
“Three Feathers of Love freshly plucked from the dew,
once spirited this young Maverick’s wings!
I’m not the Death wraith you’ve sensed from afar
but the Mercurial Aviator with Wings!”
“Love knows best of the next slippery text
to fall upon Empyrean’s gossamer.”
“So go!” “Don’t delay!” “Fly as a Falcon this Day,
run and leap from the Perch of Alcazar!”
“Cut across the ledge with my Caduceus edge
preening sharp cut to your dashing sails!”
“Cross the last pledge with my Heralding edge
and buccaneer the high vapour trails!”
“So go!” “Lift away!” “Fly the Silver Stairway,
and glide the golden liquid raceway!”
“Shoot barrelling tubes off the lightning drift ledge,
smoke the sweet vapour of your Board’s tri-feathered edge”
“So flow!” “Be free!” “Fly away with thee!”
“Reach Solar sovereignty beyond Earth’s gravity!”
“Now go!” “Lift away!” “Fly the whole freakin’ Milky Way, dude!”
“With my Board as your soul’s company!”
Unexpectedly the quill is still with my hand
stalled on the next swell of surf…
Suddenly a wave-less spark ignites more words
for the Silver Inkjetter’s nerves!
I’ll quicken the skies on your Silver Longboard
go taste the sweet dew of Stars!
I’ll quest upon winds of particle waves
touch warp speed this side of Mars!
I’ll trace lightning’s caress across morn’s cherry tip breast,
run the risk of Aphrodite’s jealous stare!
I’ll race gleaming glitter through cosmic Black Holes
and layback with Surfer’s flare!
I’ll quicken the quiver and blister the stars
rip-curl the light stream of dreams!
I’ll tail-slide your silver-winged board. my dear,
between Cinnabar’s narrowest seams!
I’ll hasten for pace around orbiting spheres
and slingshot their propellant gravity!
At warp speed I’ll kick-out of this slipware of stars
and wipe-out beyond Infinity!
The Messenger knows best who will be next
to wear his Feathered Star!
And feel Lightning crack the quicksilver trap
to spill Mercury from Cinnabar!
I’m racing now to flick the red firing switch,
to ignite the Surfer from my inking gun.
Forever grateful for your companionship
whilst I fly a solo path back to the Sun!
~ For a fallen R.A.F Sergeant-Pilot ~
‘His life was a beautiful memory, his death a silent grief’
(Words from a nameless gravestone)