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End of Ops

I am nearing the end of my journey The path that I walk is almost done, Over my shoulder are friends now gone? In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear For I am in a world where no one belongs Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time My finger, no more the killer and my shoulder Never to feel the recoil of tracers sent I have spent too much time bringing Peace to others It is time for peace to find me. This letter I write to you, for you have been my rock, and my friend through this ordeal Your love has been the oasis that protects the candle that is my life Whose flickering light is fragile, refusing to be extinguished For it is entwined in my love for you, nourished by your letters Without which, I would not care for fates demise, On lonely patrols I am comforted by the beauty of this river, which reminds me of you For you are my river and I am the salmon, happy to wallow in waters so blue I traverse the waterfall that is your spirit My strength though faltering, can still conquer these shallows of misfortune And my courage is strong, as is my love for you For I can still face the bears that seek to destroy us, This old warrior has spent too much time in wars arena, A soldier’s death I will not seek here, for my end is to be with you To die in your arms, held safe in the spring waters that is your soul. I am leaving this place, where friends gave so much, Where sacrifice, and loss dwell, Where silent widows weep. Fate has decided, I’m coming home, coming home to a peaceful life, To live again with you, in freedom, my beautiful wife.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 12/1/2011 5:55:00 PM
Much feelings in your work Boss, all your poems title are much good, sure i will find time to read them all. Good hand good pen. Steven
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Date: 11/29/2011 5:44:00 PM
Wow Steven, This almost sounds like an Indian lament in its descriptions. Slowly it dawned on me it is you speaking. The thoughts expressed are beautiful and so full of longing for your wife. I too am glad to not be starting out. This world has changed so much since I was a child. Love the tenderness in this!
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