Greetings From The UK.

This silence broken, by a ticking clock.
A ship on the wall,.. I remember that dock.
A slight hum of traffic, as the world passes by.
Remembering the times, that I would fly.

Vision blurred, by jet efflux distortion.
That kerosene smell, everything out of proportion.
A little frail body, straps on this huge jet.
Time to gamble your life, for this is the bet.

Rapid breathing, via an oxygen mask.
"G" forces applied, as we pull out fast.
Head up display, starts to tumble and roll.
Three dimensional movement, good for the soul.

Adrenaline surges, as we become as one.
Inexplicably linked, to where the sun always shone.
Man and this plane, forms the fighting machine.
For if you return, you know you have been.

Now of course these days, are passed by.
With advancing years, I could no longer fly.
Only one ambition remains, to make life complete.
For it is your soul,.. I need to meet.

To swim with your eyes, and feel this time.
United as one, life will be just fine.
Holding your hand, I am so pleased that we met.
Time to gamble this life, a very safe bet.

There is only one way to say.

"I Love You".

But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate.


Enjoy . Steve . Aka ."The Old Sea Dog" .1999 . ©

An Original Created By "This Steve".
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