Lou J. Klaiber

FIRE DREAMS

When there were no
silent nights,

there were no
holy nights… at all!

… but that was so very damn long
ago.

Why?
……… do I remember them now,
as I grow so very old,

and tired of all the war
things
deep within,
lingering from another time?

War,
and memory,
remaining like an old dog
sleeping
by my side.

I see them in the nightfire…,
as embers………… glowing by my side.

Embers of a war
that cannot go away.

A war,
burning within the moments of today.

War!

… burning.

Submitted for the December 2002 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Joy of the Holy Days”