Lou J. Klaiber

SOMETIMES… I LISTEN AS THE NIGHT WHISPERS

… and see silent faces,

Loud
from all the dying…

and the whimpering
cry
of time.

Loud… the sounds
and silence

the quiet lying beside
the dying
in a war

so long ago…

… and yet I know,

again and again
in death
and in life

the dreams of
those
I shall remember
always!

The brave,
the fallen…

Always
and always

and again.
those soldiers gone…!

Smiling and laughing
yet gone

… lost and gone
……… hidden!

here…
… right here,
… beside me.

So close beside,
and
within me.