THE LOST SOLDIER'S LOVER
Her heart plays bellows to heighten nightly fires of solitude,
Playful flames of terror taunt a dancing flicker of despair
New dawn's burning pain --kindling knowledge of love's certain loss.
What false anticipation promises the quiet cool of healing?
Why does a fragile unscorched hope cling desperately
When her only healing balm lay ever hidden---
Blown astray as ashes in a far and thankless land?