The Soldier

When oceans and seas,
like billows do roll,
impersonating the storms,
of her tormented soul.
Like bolts of light quickly swinging,
through starless, sad skies,
though they compare not,
to the embers that linger inside.
Their steadfast refusal,
to crackle and die,
has become the everlasting torment of her life.

While the earth all about her,
anxiously quakes,
the sinews within her,
cold and lonely, they shake.
Weeping within,
no outward sounds she makes.
Softly, silently enduring,
but ready to break.

So she soldiers on bravely,
and in formation,
she strides,
with sad, forlorn,
and downcast eyes,
mourning and impotent
to turning life's tides.

So sleep finds her not,
or often comes late,
yet, still she opens her eyes,
long before the dawn breaks.
For even in dreams,
she has no safe place.
For he finds her there too,
with his stoic, stubborn face.

Then, she awakens,
to his songs on her mind.
For the lyrics he left her,
are on repeat inside.
His words,
they mirror fierce flames of fire,
that were left unattended,
and in her heart, now run wild.

And so she soldiers on,
simply marching in stride,
trying so hard,
her pain she seeks to hide.
Longing for the love,
that she wants to be her guide,
dreams of walking hand in hand,
to where forever abides.

Yet alone, she marches on,
each foot step falling,
one right after the other,
knowing the further she walks on,
the farther they grow from one another.
but love, if true,
never will it falter.
So no matter the time,
or the distance, or even the state.
Her longing for him
is still firmly in place.