We are all called to be a Solider of the Lord,
building up an army to banish the terror of sin...
Tip the hefty breadbasket over
'til sunny grain spills out...
I am able to dream myself away
into ancient forests whose array...
Baby's breath and silver lace
interlock with lilac wings...
One! Two! Three! Hit!
Then....white silence...
Royal magic carpet
sweep the princess...
Heed the wise warning
carved into man-made signs...
An elegant pastel mirage
lays out upon the highly trodden road...
Time stalks our glowing smile
a brusque howl among embraced peace...
Emotionless shadows hang moonlight
upon blind-bashing charcoal embers...
Pumpkin carvings intrigue me
as I sit crossed upon daring hay stacks...
I meet proud sanguine smiles
growling murky waters...