The bleached headers collect on this
sea of silence, words collecting memories
of names now wilted and silent.
But we remember these crests of white frozen on
the fields of shattered dreams, dormant reminders
that not all names are still spoken.
Nerveless there are still waves of regrets
and honour for fallen impressions.
Buried beneath the sea of green, our future granted.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
The bleached headers collect on this
sea of silence, words collecting memories
of names now wilted and silent.
But we remember these crests of white frozen on
the fields of shattered dreams, dormant reminders
that not all names are still spoken.
Nerveless there are still waves of regrets
and honour for fallen impressions.
Buried beneath the sea of green, our future granted.
