England: Theatre of the Air

Lost now is the innocence of childhood

With her failed manuscript and his failed everything

The urgency of reality seemed to set in

But they were part of the same disease

That they had infected each other with

They were contagious with passion

And their host was inspiration

And when they met they were sick with each other

And at their birthplace it was recalled to be said

That they would always be together

They would always always be together in mind, body, and faith

And a year passed in moments

A few short, sweet motions of hands drawings patterns of wings on each other's backs

It was their devotion that carried them to such great heights

Her pen was once again flowing

And his heart was again open

So in soft words he spoke "like a wax flower found in the forest we shall forever be unharmed by winter's touch"

"Yes, but we may melt at the wrath of the sun"

As the spoke of seasons, the seasons pressed onward

As he dwelt on what she meant

A few words became a sonnet

And the sonnet became a chronicle

And on an on until her masterpiece was complete

And in her play known as 'nouveau'

One man is irreparably helpless

When faced with the questions of the world

And somehow, every audiance could relate

And it grew out of her control

So in soft words she spoke

"When two angels are charged with the burden of surverying heaven, one angel must stay to play the harp, for music by which the other can test her wings but you see there's only so much heaven to cross so they must meet again; in this life or the next"

...in this life or the next

Through all days to come there is one image in his mind of a glowing white deity surrounded by a sea of dark

And he a small figure latched onto her arm

And some years later, he will lose his desperate grip with that effigy he clung to through his every hour

And he will float thereon in endless black

The body of her memory is the only light escaping into that night

...in this life or the next

...in this life or the next

...in this life or the next

...in this life or the next

And consequence, it comes down heavy

In this life or the next

And there's too much to regret before we die

As she was swarmed onto the train car

He saw her hand waving and her voice shouting

"You will take half of me with you!"

and he whispered back to her "girl, you've got all of me. Girl, you've got all of me"