Heartache flies like sand blown by a cool desert wind toward my Nathan,
Seeing rage and screaming ochre sadness,
rushing to the front knowing,
knowing, trusting,
being.

What have I done
to send him crashing into oil-rich turmoil?
Thrashing into puddles of mud stained water,
And buildings with hidden fires.

Breathing in until stars fill his being;
Living on the brink of chaos
he rises on wings of camouflage
guns.

Fills my easily excited mind until I break.
Emotion bursts forth like the raging waters of a flooded river,
Swirling and swirling around my useless brain.

Swirling to create whirlpools of worry,
Whirlpools of hope,

Whirlpools of love.