Lou J. Klaiber
JOURNEY OF AN ORPHAN WHO WENT TO WAR… LONG AGO
The sky ran away at night
and we were left with light from flashes of death
that resembled the sad dreams that never die.
Night of the old night?
Where are your terrors sleeping tonight?
Mist and cold trembling
… like a tomb upon, and beside me,
somewhere in the back of my mind.
A gust of wind
with eyes open… screaming
… then gone!
and more death,
and a bird flying across the Moon.
©Copyright September 20, 2003 by Lou J. Klaiber