Precious Memories

Barefoot, on a leather couch,

Directly above the wings.

Caressing his lover,

Tickling her neck,

Her resonant body sings,

Johnny Go-Day, lost in her world,

And the blue, and the wing through the sky.

Holding her tight,

Strumming her light,

Singing songs so that young girls would cry.

Long blond hair, like a bridal veil

Covered Johnny’s surprise.

When the Leer jet rocked,

Rolled and dropped,

A vapor-trail piercing blue skies.

Claxons, from the cabin called,

Johnny pulled his guitar close,

He took a breath,

Embracing death,

And played forgotten notes.

An olden song, a song of Mom,

Flooded through his soul.

“In the stillness,

Of the midnight,

Sacred scenes unfold.”