Alone, he sits before the fire
comforted by its warmth
mesmerized by its flame.
Somewhere, deep within his eyes
determined to manifest themselves
ancient visions did appear.
Drawn from across the ages
gathered too from all nations
warriors march(ed) with strength reborn
across the great bridge of time
enemies no more.
Anguished voices, ages old
once carried upon the winds
cease forever to be heard
for now, only sounds of silence reign.
Ancient lands, old beyond their time
ravaged by wars too countless to note
covered for centuries in rivers of blood
will no longer bear the stigma.
With head bowed, a silent prayer given
one single tear shed, forgiveness asked
all help to cleanse and heal.
When angels ever gently place their hands
over battlefields once set upon by death
the healing process shall begin
and life will once again be restored.
©Melody A. Coster (12-16-06)