Remove the waking winter sky
the stars and moon above
take them all
but leave me something
I am vulnerable to love

You can cherish a dream
but there may be other rivers
other lands in which to seed your hopes
don't turn your wishes into ropes

star above the trench
hanging in a cleaner place
that this endless war

your old winter robe
shaped only by memories
still hangs in my heart

Open a book
discover a landscape
waiting for you explore
your map is made from footsteps
where the writer walked before

We are the fallen
bereft of life
but filled with music
we sing with a speeding bullet’s zing
our lyrics the crack of splintered bone
a symphony written for us alone
in the land where all are supposed to be free
so much then for liberty

Early morning rain
washes any weekend traces
from coffee scented Monday faces