A Flower of Peace
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The last breath expelled from my lungs called your name
as I fall to the ground on this dark battlefield
Weary and worn from the conflict so senseless,
I reach now in search of your locket concealed
It has tasted my blood and my sweat in its lifetime,
my strength and my wisdom tucked neatly away
Protected from harm by the sword of my family,
this life it has saved over countless long days
Inside lies a lock of your soft golden hair,
your scent ever lingers away in the fold
Reminders of love that awaits my returning,
a heart that burns warm in the face of the cold
I look to the sky as the clouds are now parting,
smoke swallowed trees leave a ghostly embrace
The landscape is littered with dreams of the fallen,
for time there was not but a sliver of grace
These legs they are weak but I must end this session,
my combat complete when my blade bid its due
This hatred of war is surpassed by my anguish,
I stare out ahead at destruction’s foul view
The wages of love sent me out to the frontline,
your safety my goal which I’ll die to protect
The vault of the heavens hath sent you to love me,
a loss for the keeper whom smiles with respect
As our enemy runs I am founded victorious,
your honor insured for as long as I stand
For precious your life is worth more than all blessings
of every detractor my love shall remand
The cannon wheel ruts they sink low in the soil,
patterns that crisscross like warrior cloth
Bandages made from the same are a’ holding,
my return as I promised shall be as my troth
Your love in my heart endlessly my defender,
dreams of your kiss constant stand as my shield
Desires for you they shall carry me over,
as I now depart this burned out battlefield
Trudging along casting fears to the breezes,
a glimpse of a most unbelievable sight
There within all of the muck and the mire,
stands a lone daisy so pure and so white
Its amber face glowing so joyful and free,
rain soaked impressions surround the green stalk
For a second I smile, it starts to make sense,
peace is a vision that starts as one talks
I dare not to pick it or pull by the roots,
for you would not care for me much if I did
I shall leave it to prosper a long healthy life
and be thankful the death and destruction is rid
My fairest I’m coming I can’t take the longing,
till within your arms I shall once again be
This flowers reminder that life shall live onward
and from this day forward we all shall be free
10/28/19
Written for: Writing Challenge, October, 2019 - Flower or Flowers -
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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