I want a song
To flow in my ears
As I watch the colors go round

The song to hear
As I drift in my mind
So cool and soft in sound

A song of life
My life in words
That will
Let me remember again

My life in song
My eyes to see
What I have done within

Please play me the tune
And sing me the verse
I've waited
For all these years

A song for sleep
The very long sleep
The song of all of my tears

Dance my love
For I return
Weep my love
For many do not

Dance my love
For the war is done
Weep my love
For what we did

Dance my love
For in victory we are one
Weep my love
For in defeat
They are broken

Dance my love
For our cause
It was just
Weep my love
For they hoped the same

Dance my love
For them that return
To their mother
Weep my love
For them that have killed
Their brother

Morning twilight.  Monochrome.
I see the old Moon, waning, a crescent of white silk.
Venus and Spica share a moment nearby
As the Sun edges the horizon.

In my bag, I feel the breeze gently stir past the open zipper at my shoulder.
Sunrise creeps in.
Clouds mottled and streaked.
Red. Orange. A pillar.
Iron incandescence. Vibrant.

Earth awakens with whispers.
Trees reach and touch with each finger of wind plucking the branches.
Songbirds start.  Dogs caution.
First beams break the horizon.

Sixteen geese wing past with down swaddled in the early light.
I rise to give my wife words to see this beauty.