Bright lights in July,
reminding me of distant battles
lost before my memory started.
Peaceful silence of willful defiance
broken by the thundering roar
of personal independence.
No war to recall,
no battlefields scattered with loss,
only social revelation to announce.
Thoughts kept warm with hope,
and dreams exploding nearby the stars,
as loved ones still seem so far.
Deep chastity, perfected innocence.
Childlike memories of desperate times,
fought with lives that were not our own.
Last 5 posts in Coffee - Volume Two
- Daily Poetry - July 15th, 2008
- The Sword and the Stone - July 10th, 2008
- The essence of dreams forgotten - June 22nd, 2008
- Heaven's Light - June 22nd, 2008
- Tin Heart - June 19th, 2008
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