In Memory Of Lives...
When I awaken late at night
Of nights spent hiding
And the frosty God’s breath
And fire is what has chased us
Fleeting memories, life of dreams;
cold winter battles at Valley Forge,
Always we return, passion unrequited,
And when at last, our souls are one…
© by Rogue Poet
and feel your sweet breath upon my neck,
my mind begins to wander
through lives lived before now.
in dim dark caves, hoping
the beast of red glowing eyes
would not see us clinging there.
should not freeze our quaking souls,
furless wonders, we…
but intelligent… we discover fire!
together over the millennia.
A Primal scream of unrelenting
passion that brings us beyond death!
recognition… family photos in history!
High parties in the Roman Court,
rum, blood, and gold… a pirate’s haven…
all hands lost; nurse and patient
off the coast of Guadalcanal.
Yet, Death’s defeat is never permanent!
Final Rest impossible
till we find the way to join…
each a half; one and one still are one!
eternal rest by way of joy.