Lou J. Klaiber

FEATHERS AND FIRE

The fingers of the Sun
lay upon us
as shadows
lie
upon a Winter sky.

Pain and suffering
hide
quietly
in the deep woodland
of memory.

The final battles
are those
of old men… aging,
… silent,

set free
forever…
now
and again.

The journey
is one from
youth
… to battle,
to pain,
… and then to the
weariness of old age.

The fingers of my crossfire
touch the feathers
of the Mockingbird.

Silently,
we watch
and remain…

Old Soldiers
moving
into the dance
of time.

©Copyright January 4, 2004 by Lou J. Klaiber

Author’s Note: For Grant