The Soldier

He remembers that time before the war

The fragrant kisses of a sweet perfume

Welcoming him inside her open door

As he embraced the beauty in that room

And found his heartbeat when soft music played

The swirling scarves of love and fantasy.

For as long as she would have him he stayed

Looking back to this time in history.

The dream whispers to him before the tears

Before his soldiers crumbling in the sand

Their last wishes arisen from their blood

Quietly drowning in a gentle lake.

There is no refuge, lost in the same flood

Gasping for air after his eardrums break

When every cry he hears is like a shot;

Agony followed by more agony

Thrown into the common burial plot

With only thunder for an elegy.