Lakeside where the words can meet,
Find in my heart what has worth to me.
Move when my thoughts drift to greater things.

I’ve got a glimpse of something beautiful,
A blossoming bloom ethereal,
Made from death's dark material.

Beauty unbeknownst to men,
On the other side of the rivers bend,
Silently quieting the words within me,
As I drop my pretense.

Ethereal flowers dot my path,
Growing in the aftermath,
Of a war so bitter and old.

Life can be hard,
So difficult,
A hard packed traveled road.

—Alac Augustin Robinett—
@biographyoffeeling