Wake,
Sleeping soul
Trapped decaying
In a soldier’s dead heart
Breathe
With the breath
Released after the kiss
Of a lover’s beseeching lips
Ache
With the pain
Of rebirth into self
From a self long forgotten
Ease
Into the arms
Of the lover waiting
As you molt the war’s mantle
Quake
Under those eyes
Quench the lover’s thirst
With the new life given back
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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