Returned

He returned from the war
yet never left the war behind
for there within the cells of mind
lived shadows built on memories
of death and dying

while an overwhelming pain
sought his release
for it, too, would find the peace
that we can bring

when remembering
sets free upon the currents, tides
the longing of a heart that world-wide
calls out and cries
while wind and spirit sigh
at his demise

for another heart so wise
lies fallow now and broken
because the words unspoken
smother even base desire
that stokes the inner fire
of all we are

yet even in the darkest night, a star
still shines for him
a star that never dims
for fear of light . . .

? Michaelette ?


9/13/99
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