Gentle caresses from
a passing breeze
The stars still sleep in on
This mornings night.
Held close in the clouds as
Thoughts of their dreams
Slow drift like gentle waves in
The stillness of the cold darkened
Such comfort, a grace only afforded
The still mind and resting soul
For warrior never rests or calms the
Heart of an unforgiving past. Such demons dwell in the dark corners
Of those sleeping spaces caught between
Rocks and ridges, tucked deep under bridges that cross the depths of my heart.
Fear not sweet butterfly
for when the color
Fades from the day
still a moth has it made
able to fly, fly alway home.
In this still and quiet of the mornings dawn I fight to see the light in the day that comes…..