Nothing holds its own today.
Death that lurked has come and gone.
One more spirit taking flight,
one less left to share this song.
Clocks wind down and no one cares.
In the noon sun I see night.
Strange how nothing live prepares
you for a soul that’s taken flight.
People group around and grope
for the right words to explain
how time will heal the hell they know
nothing is the same again.
Can you hear me where you’ve gone?
There’s no answer anywhere.
Not a note. Just rain descending
and the feeling that you care.
This is beautiful, Alan. Moving and true, even more so for reading it on a day dedicated to remembering those who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country.
Thank you, Elise. This seemed like the right time to post this.