I Rang Up The Silver Surfer
Sleepless nights.
Empty days.
Things got bad, getting worse.
Toast butterside down,
Milk spoiled, toilet roll empty.
Empty days.
Things got bad, getting worse.
Toast butterside down,
Milk spoiled, toilet roll empty.
I was desperate, indecisive.
Or so I thought -
- flash of insight
- stirring of memory
Or so I thought -
- flash of insight
- stirring of memory
The number. The mysterious note. The stranger.
I picked up the phone -
Dialled the number
Dialled the number
4.8.1.9.6.6 H.E.R.A.L.D
Cosmic tones bathed the ear
Ether reverberating with space
Infinite sound echoing infinitely..
Ether reverberating with space
Infinite sound echoing infinitely..
I was about to quit - hang up, disconsolate.
A click.
A whistle.
A taste of white sound
A whistle.
A taste of white sound
Then a word, distant, spare, vast:
"E X C E L S I O R"
A breathy whisper, but encompassing galaxies.
Silence.
I put down the phone.
My heart beat in the prison of my chest.
Contact.
Silence.
I put down the phone.
My heart beat in the prison of my chest.
Contact.
'Nuff said.
(For Woodsy - mentor, muse and mate)
(For Woodsy - mentor, muse and mate)