Light floods the earth,
giving life to the dead.
It strangles us
C o n s u m e s.
Yet still we sit
and sleep at the foot of it's bed.
I once loved a man,
who died fighting in war;
Who tried all but one way
of winning my heart.
For peace does not make up his mind
Nor faith
T r u s t.
I began to grow old and weary
of his love for us.
Us as in my family
I bore to him so young.
May we find us another
who loves us as one.
For this man grew angry
and died on his bed.
My love for him dimmed the day he was dead.
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