i felt a splinter of rain
under this silver sky
a tender stinging blade of grass
nagging the corner of my eye
to lay upon this feild of weeds
to look into the shadowed sun
reminds me of more complex times
the battles that no one won
laughs echo across the fadeing glen
and dissapear into the trees
these memmories hide inside fox holes
under the fadeing leaves
i remember this same feild in green
in the light of summer tainted gold
with faces more tender and young
before they grew gray and old
i breath in the toxic air
and find i do not have the streingth to stand
reminesis of the the quiet violence
that ripped us in two
drops begin to accelerate to this bland earth
the rain becomes more consistant
i still do not have the streingth to stand up
not without you here
Author notes
Written October 25th, 2005
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