Sunday, June 05, 2005
It was in the
Gulf's aftermath
that we counted
our losses -
carefully calculating
the height and breath
of it all.

For long nights
seldom fade without
reaping a harvest -
and well fought battles
cannot pass empty handed.

There is a cost
for such moments -
a memory, forever ingrained.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.