Keith   Bernard   Jackson

8th  June  1962   -   27th  July  1998

First we were seven, now we are five
But two in our hearts are always alive
Dear Colleen and Keith, we love you both
We are happy that God is holding you close. 

"Learning To Fly"
(Gilmour/Moore/Ezrin/Carin) 

Into the distance a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a wind swept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, How
Can I escape this irresitible grasp?

Can it keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied & twisted just an earthbound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul I right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this,
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my mind from the circling sky,
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Rest In Peace Keith  -  Mate