And my world
Grows silent like
Dusk over the
Ocean a lapping
Tide my only
Reminder of the
Surf which once
Pounded my beach
Laying in calm
I now listen
To nothing wondering
What sounds you
Hear swords striking
Armor neighs and
Winnies of charging
Horses as you
Battle the demons
Of your day
Come back to
Me weary and
Worn and I
Will caress your
Wounds with salve
Readying you for
Your next tomorrow
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 