He Bled, For Life's Gleaming, Golden Treasures Now Forever Lost

Two gifted creations, born from dreams that were sent and both gave a measure of blessed hope…. (1.) He Bled, For Life's Gleaming, Golden Treasures Now Forever Lost He tread each new dawn, trepidation dancing right along Where once was true valor and cast ink, now but saddest song Yet in willowing air, that force followed with its power Ever ready to counter, defend and knock down darken towers Instinctively he knew, but the enemy knew that as well Redoubled its attacks, making life again a living hell. He read verse gifted by poets, those of such immense fame Seen again, world is oft but a dungeon-life, but a cruel game Yet in heart of heart, in depths of soul, his spirit cried For waving Spring flowers, so mourned when Autumn dried Am I, to be a fallen warrior- a sad vanishing ghost Cast into ancient valley, to be its most reluctant host? He bled, for life's gleaming, golden treasures now forever lost That of innocent youth, life its heaving suffering costs And what of that lifelong faith that somehow justice prevails Those moonlit dreams, her love and its glory that never fails Was it, was it - just vapor born from a disappearing dream Or one of this wicked world's accursed and polluted streams? And in that daze, that confused state- he unabashedly wept. To himself thought- was he warrior-that from early grave crept? Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme ( With each new word came a sigh, gleaming bit of hope- a gift )-RJL "In the land of the blind, the one eyed jackal would be king, And all - to "its magnificence", would dance and happily sing"-RJL *** (2.) From A Great Distance, Love's Powerful Echo Calls From a great distance, love's powerful echo calls Whilst in this murky mist, a massive old tree falls Within a forest fortress that once therein held A love universe, tragically now felled As love remembers, an angel that softly swore Gave all, thus setting two souls on paradise shores. From a great distance, love's powerful voice sings Whilst the shattered heart and love shall always bring Treasured memories of life, love and much more That may temporarily repair hole, death has tore Into love's bliss that sent to souls to beg for more. From a great distance, love's powerful hand yields Whilst Fate cries out no more, no more flowering fields Yet within that somber thought, hope cries- please believe Time heals and will conquer those fears that so deceive A man, a lost soul- one lost within that abyss A warrior, there dying- longing for one last kiss. From a great distance, love's powerful echo calls Whilst in this murky mist, a massive old tree falls Within a forest fortress that once therein held A love universe, tragically now felled As love remembers, an angel that softly swore Gave all, thus setting us both on paradise shores. Robert J. Lindley, ( Born from a dream, a moment in our paradise recalled ) " In the land of hope, love sends its magnificent voice As gifted blessing, reminding - to live again is a choice." Note: To some, writing is a bounty within an aching heart with power to help, to begin to heal and therein a blessing expressed in poetry- a light that has for centuries shown mankind is far more than the savage beast that he far too oft under this dark world's spell treads upon paths of darkness and so blindly forgets that hope, faith and love are shields that may bring saving light to a broken and massively shattered soul.