Lou J. Klaiber

CROSSING MIDNIGHT

I keep the watch… within
long hours
laughing with the young
who dream,
and shall laugh,
tomorrow!

Then!
I race on.
… dancing
with all the beloved Ghosts!

Ghost riders
of the old dreams
……… speeding so far
… far away
from the cautious arms of history.

They smile and slap hands
… jumping and
shouting
at this old man
driving alone past midnight
… riding memory upon a road that
leads toward dawn.

Memory of the brave

Silent tears from long ago.

I live
and love
the holy memory of them
… the brave.

My men!
… brothers in arms
………
… gone!