Sonnet In Colors of Love and War

Under the impaled moon wounded by hours Red clouds hide, stolen before dawn of day Golden locks on little girls bounce then lay Love light becomes trapped, lost in high towers What is so precious hidden in power Born in mornings creation from the clay Youths in blue dresses dance away decayed Red lips come kissed at birth in sun showers Turbulence underscores the cost of war Prisoners have no beauty, only waste Time is one day's labor fought out of need Who waits for strangers, closed behind the door Pretty comes in pink with a bitter taste A vase of bright flowers red blood and greed