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!