I often find
myself just waiting
for your words.

Night sky black and bursting
With stars above our encampment
Then clouds covered moon encircling
Snow began to fall on desert  enchantment
Wind of sand and snow surprise did blow
Blinding us to danger's imminent engagmeent
Now when I sleep I dream of gunfire
in the dark and sound of booted feet
The smell of sweat and burned gunpowder
In my dream I raise my rifle at a silhoutte
Fire and see him clutch the rose that burst
The wound that doomed him to final rest
And I to never rest  forever cursed
With dream of friendly fire

r. 1 Nov 2013