When the dust settles
Heroes are celebrated
Though nobody has won
Losses abound
In power, in borders
And in heart
What they have gained
Are hard-learned lessons
And battle scars
Casualties Of War
Broken
Standing in the ruin of the cathedral
A wayward boy stood where he once felt small
Among the towering walls and beautiful glass
A world far bigger than he, but a world he knew well
But today, piles of stone and bits of chared timber
Left him feeling lost, in a sea of destruction
A broken child amidst broken dreams and broken lives
While a tired and tattered nun scolded him
Chiding the boy for not behaving as he should
In this sacred place she still called home
Garden Lost
A garden was once, and blooms yet
Behind a wall of brambles brown
Though only now, through smallest holes
Can the garden still be found
The purest heart, give ol’n to youth
Will make it through the mound
While others search for no keys lost
To garden sown on precious ground
Legion
Swiftly he rode across the night sky
On golden chariot born of the sun
Calling to him a legion of stars
Worthy of defending his pale maiden
Lullaby
Hang in my sky
At close of day
Connecting the stars
And lighting my way
Hang in my sky
And sing me a tune
A sweet lullaby
About you as my moon
Champion of the Moon
Scarlet cloak matching the sky
He marched with blade in hand
Joining ranks among the stars
To conquer the realm of night
Pull
Treading water, I feel
The pull of the ocean
And wonder of its game
Is it the breeze,
That causes it to move?
Or the moon in the sky
Playing with the stars?
Death of a Moth
Caught up in the web
That was slung across the moon
Tangled and twisted
Death came too soon
Rain Forest
Would the jungle know her name
Were it not for her curving rivers
The swollen fruit of her trees
Shadows overflowing with life
And her damp, dark earth
With its blanket of steam
Rising to meet the sun
Beatnik Du Jour 