TO A BEING IMMORTAL
by Simon Vincent

            With diamond wings I set you freehigh above a crimson sky            you dare not fly just yetglorious wings laden with your loot            your perfect eyes filled with boiling tearsyou yearn for a perfect sky and gentle breeze.            You cling with tender clawsfor the journey you feel can wait            for one more kiss                one more caress.
            Go I beg youI set you free!            I release you from my spellleave me to my boring peace.
            And then finally you leaveon hollow broken wings            through velvet cloudsno 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 manwith lightning speed            and I stand in awe and watch youas if I did not know            as if I did not carefor scorn builds hate            and hate is the marrow of the                       immortals.
           
            And yes I stand in aweand feel the coldness of your new-found strength            and on you flyfrom heaven...or is it hell? 
            I then grow oldan instant all it takes            a wise old manthe graying scars            not healed burning at my flesh.
            The horror of it all
            To think that mere mortalscan cast a spell on a             goddess like you.I pray for forgiveness,            and beg you nowfor I now know that I             cannot hold, much less release a sunbeam            or a star.
I can only feel their presence            for a borrowed fractionof our time.            And so I beg youto release me...then.
            For flesh and blood is all I know            For flesh and blood is all I am.