When the noise of day recedes
in the shadowed graying light,
I see as the form and shape
distorts, an illuminated blight

The only things that seem
to hold our attention still,
is the moon and stars arising
over the height of the hill

The once brilliant sky becomes
Gods greatest form of art,
shimmering with their glowing
it would awe us from the start

Even with all that scares the mind
in the blackness of the night,
with the tiniest reach of chin
it cowers down from that sight

make no mistake
war is

what it was

savage a war as

these things tend to be

but these battles were not fought on the
sea, in the air or in
trenches on foreign soil

death reared its head in our
garages - kitchens - bedrooms
in our mirrors
where eyes locked in combat with time
until the second hand gave way
allowing history to write the future

If I could take away the pain
and make a story change track,
If it could stem the flow of tide
to chase the darkness to black

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To see the devastating agony
that tears apart your soul,
here, I'll keen beside your body
wishing It could make you whole

Nobody deserves these losses
that heaped upon your door,
I know if I looked sometimes,
I'd discover you curling the floor

When all is quiet, and life cherished
has retreated from this storm

Of words that barricade in reason,
and deform that critic of fallacy, the soul

When once again, a hope can spring
into the step, and seed the words

That flow from you and I

And the province of human need,
leaves the provenance of lies

Behind us, and reason comes like breathing
not it's facsimile, the sigh

For now more than hawk-like,
dark and palpable beats of rookish wing