Lou J. Klaiber

AND I SAY TO YOU…

… that we are becoming as shells
blanched and broken upon the turbulence
of storms, and thunderclouds driven
into bright flashes of dark times,

War
riding upon the tides;
resting upon the bright beaches
of a world knowing
only the echo of an ‘old war’.
long ago… So long ago!

The echo not understood!
The echo of a sound
like gunshot…
when time stands still…!

The echo of war
that resides in a tear.

The embrace of a woman who gives
a thousand kisses
… willing to embrace
eyes wide open
and fully
into my eyes…

so full of despair
… of desperate tears…
lust
caught within the arms
of death…
reaching
for her forgiveness…

… and then crying!
laughter
beside her smile!