Tommy

Intro: My college boyfriend of three years was killed in a small plane crash in June of 1978. This is his requiem.

Tommy, what skies do you find out there?
Are you flying formation with angels?
Banking and rolling, touching wingtips.
You were just too alive to be.

I still feel the squeeze of your arms
Enfolding me with your love,
The shelter from my inner storms,
Just the place to feel safe and warm.

Wondered when you would fall.
Your flights brushed so many cliffs.
I was always waiting for that call.
You were just too alive to be.

I loved you so fiercely
Feared so to lose you.
Then the call I feared, I found.
The one that rocked my world, tore it down.

I wish I could have been there,
To hold you in that final night,
As the last light left your eyes.
You were just too alive to be.

I wanted to hold you in my arms.
And tell you that it would be fine.
That the angels you didn’t believe in
Would fly you to the other side.

Tommy, what skies do you find out there?
Go tickle an angel for me.
I still love you, but I’m glad you’re free.
You were just too alive to be.

Lady Joanne
10/15/01
© Copyright 2001, Joanne E. Clendenen