Through halls of cloud his spirit soared
Through countless skies of gold
In windless corridors of air
Through vistas vast and bold.
Across the checkered fields of green
Above those mountains high
My friend would wing his aeroplane
Into an endless sky.
The windswept beauty reaching out
The world so far below
This freedom to spread out his wings
Would make my friend’s heart glow.
His spirit soaring like a bird
Into a sky of rain
The sunlight setting in the West
In shades of sweet refrain.
Alone, aloft in peacefulness
Is where he means to be,
To fly as one with eagles
High above a distant sea.
To reach up through the heaven’s gate
To be at one with God
To spiral round like feather down
And touch down on the sod.
With a heavy heart and weary hands
He shut his motor down
Forever more to be with us
Imprisoned on the ground.
A sunbeam I see yonder there
At play amongst the shrouds
And I fancy seeing Leon’s ghost
Flying up into those clouds.
Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
11th June 2008
Dedicated to my flying mate, the late Leon Denize.
