It's Dangerous To Dream
Behind a veil of darkness,
twinkling lights confetti night.
And yet, these constellations
are an unfamiliar sight.
I miss you the most at dusk
when memories feel so real.
And I'm eager to write you
and share everything I feel.
It's said, God walked desert sands,
and His love lingers there still.
But, just thinking about God
feels weird; when sent here to kill.
and His love lingers there still.
But, just thinking about God
feels weird; when sent here to kill.
I got letters from strangers
writing they were proud of me.
And yet, despite all their praise,
my conscience won't let me be.
I wish I could talk to you
instead of scribbling some lines.
But, it's dangerous to dream,
amongst the bullets and mines.
Stationed in Afghanistan,
it's unwise to let thoughts roam.
And as a shooting star falls
I make a wish; to go home.
(Quatrain)
1/26/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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