Our Flying Days
I’m flying over the lake near where you live.
There’s your house, your small wood cabin by the shore.
Looks child like from up here.
The fishing is great.
Views even better.
Especially when you’re stood by the water, at sunset.
My Goddess of the edge; deity of all.
Remember when we made love there?
Oh I do...
I mustn’t dwell too much on that.
Watch the gauges and fly.
Don’t want my precious airplane touching the trees.
Not when you’re sat next me.
No distractions baby!
You look over.
That says it all.
I return it.
And climb us up towards the clouds.
Standing on our tail, we climb, climb, climb!
You know where I live; in the sky.
I thought flying was the best thing I’d ever do.
I was wrong.
Being with you, my twin flame, is better.
And that means we can fly together in my little tin aeroplane.
I’m no longer alone, just me and my machine.
My friend saw how alone I was.
Now I’m not.
She asks about you.
And is happy for us.
I no longer give into darkness or endure a blade.
Have learnt to trust and love again.
Thwarting Lady Suicide, for good.
I can take you flying and what joy that is, doing this together.
Only making love with you is better.
Flying takes second place.
Freedom of emotion, freedom of movement.
In your cabin, in the sky.
We have that my dear, part of us.
Our lives’ are simple.
We live by your lake in your cabin,
you showed me your Native Indian ways and we fly twice a week in my tin aeroplane.
Our needs are simple and our wants basic.
Just each other and time together.
In your cabin or flying above the clouds.
Soon my dear I’ll teach you to fly.
I trust you with my plane as I do with my heart.
Our cabin, our little tin aeroplane.
You my forest wife, me your pagan husband.
Always and forever together.