The Returning Soldiers

I've felt Daren's absence for years, a most unforgettable memory: someone who was very close to me. The long roaring ships cut through the bubbling and whizzing waves, and disappeared into the glimmering sea while dusk obfuscated its brilliance; unrest was a feeling of anxiety and fright: how did a young soldier cope with the distance when shivers brought shadows into his night? Many noons I sat by this shore bringing to life images of two buddies so youthful, we hung out letting our spirits put on wings... before seagulls would stifle our thrilled voices; their shrills became much louder and more frightful, awakening the clustered petrels! I anxiously wait for the return of the ships, too dreary is the soundless harbor; I will greet the returning soldiers who carry with them the horrors of the war!