Never go to war |
It was a time of night and stars,
where firelight stained colomnus trees...
She sighed in prose
And wept in silence...
I felt the cold of insignificance,
where eyes used to meet...
Silent rain drops fell
As they shimmered in...
They were cooking,
for their parents and children...
She breathed the words
that overwhelmed me...
She's the fabric
of my universe...
I can be found upon
a rock of sorrow...