Alone in his silence the world a burden, carried not on his shoulders but within his soul so sullen…

Through his eyes, if just for a moment, you will see tides of heft and movement…

A man’s place take not for granted, his travels never bliss, he, who in this army, the strongest link..

I sleep with tears each night knowing I’m not the light,

however so dim,

who like a moth, is drawn to, and receives the love he gives.

His hands, who he has shed blood to work the land, the same hands I felt upon my cheek and never in promise he can keep.

Those same eyes, now like that of stone, are marrowed with tired lines and oceans blue of my own sorrowed desire, that it be me,

he, who has braved the rain for the womb to which he has lain, could only dare to dream.

But In those dreams I wish never to wake..

death be welcome if this be where my life

Will stay.