I lost five loved ones during the five main years of the writing of this series (2004-2009): four dear friends and my father:
The Windsmith Elegy is dedicated to them. May they find rest in the Afterlands.
In a wider sense, The Windsmith Elegy is in honour of all brave aviators who dedicated their lives – and often paid the ultimate sacrifice – in the name of flight and freedom.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds…and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of…wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.