Paratrooper

My great uncle
Was braver than I
Choosing
To jump heart-first
Into the madness
Of the night abyss
To win freedom
For a Flying Dutchman
Whose son set sail
As his Fata Morgana
For my foreign fate
His ghostly glow
Recalling my mind’s eye
To life
His name
The long-dead prayer on my lips
Answered as
The Canuck
Who saved his kin
By never losing heart
Until sunrise