You let me lead your heartbeat
alongside the broken road of
December, and though we
travel by foot, every step
I hear bells rushing by.....
sailing past us with news
of some sort of terror.
Yet your jaw remains high,
you don't let the lies
consume any breath now.
Colors are brimming,
through a vague depiction
of film produced
i m p u l s i v e l y.....
there's a certain depth
to what the season
can possibly deprive herself.
Winter marches herself
to the scene
slithering down our
open throats.
I know you can't help
but breathe sharply
and smile forward
at the sacrifice we pulse for.
The towers bow wide ahead
and there appears no end to the hills
where we enter into war.
Hatred coils at me, it tempts me,
it causes me to discover
the world as a black contagion.
So I let you grasp both my hands
f i r m e r l y
brushing shoulders earnesly-
a team not lowered to serve
darkness.
Bombs quake in front of me,
and my heart withers anew.
How can one try to save
the enemy?
I look to you once more,
possibly for the last time,
noting a sense of peaceful
tranquility while you gaze at me.
Decoying us, are not the sounds
of death....but of struggling souls.
We can let our hope be heard,
we can desire to live on through
what our brothers have rescued
in the tragedy of combat.
By looking through the eyes of you,
I've found ways to love.
