I found myself walking into a dream of loss between you and me. As in a dream I always remember that moment. We were torn apart in a second were hurled to Another world a thousand miles away. When I came too I remembered a crowded refugee camp. So hard to take a stand against happiness.
Winters bite fading at the edge of the Red River.
Peace swirling under a casket, the stuttered stalling of the machine gun as the Engine voices quietly mutilated. A new hope had risen. Another sleepless night. The old poet soldier, he studies his shadow. At war we lost our souls.