Making Plans For You

(SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE 1917) It’s just another starry night all is at peace before the storm, Yet so afraid am I, of the impending summer’s day now the shadows begin to form. Many silhouettes create memories those in childhood verdant pastures aspire, yet amongst this valley of planted souls gives one many reasons to suspire. I see a subtle portrait of mankind an apparition suspended from the sky, in waves of committed butchery to fill one’s saddened eye. Are they not also human? those that dance between the lead, like me, have they a reason to love those that advance amongst the dead. Yet still they come uninvited like the surf on an inhibited beach, same God! Same belief! Our ascendancy, our spirit to breach! Yet still, I keep on making plans for the morrow my love I know soon to be all alone. Oh! How I wish my finger tips to touch her face, before one rescinds this life, this birthright loan! © Harry J Horsman 2007