Through the wrath of the years
And against the vision grown dim
Through the pain of a thousand tears
We are mere seeds for the green
Toil as we may to trample upon
Our memories etched on hallowed grounds
Time but ceaselessly carries on
And erases all that have come and gone
But though our efforts seemingly for naught
And our bodies may have grown old and taut
On canes and cradled bones we will stand again
Amidst the verdant fields of green
Tilled by the hands of our brethren
Watered by the very sweat of their skin
And though the green lies pristine and unmarred
As we have withered against time’s march
We will but straddle upon one blaring day
Where we were told to take the test
On hallowed proving grounds we stood
And our bodies might have failed then
Our minds might have weakened
But our souls stood firm
And when time comes when the green itself asks
For the final penance, the cost of our folly
Our only saving grace then
Would be the long ranks of men eager to prove
For we would be sure
That the verdant green would be watered once more
On the day of departure we stood
On the day of departure we stood
In front of the ocean, the breeze smells heavy
With saltwater and my cheeks felt like leather
Shrinking along with my frame
You couldn’t look at me straight at my eyes
For fear of the abyss that you’ll see
The mad panic of wanting for you to speak
And say, please just stay and so we
Open ourselves up like books to be read
Reading fast the final chapters in anticipation
Of the dreaded tomorrow
Something
There comes a soft gentle breeze
A cool wind that blows in your face
A smell of dew in the air that permeates
The very skin of you and you feel
The onset of rain trying to sneak
Up on your unsuspecting back
Giggling with the intent of shower
Two small black shoes on tippy-toes
I see your hair like a black waving flag
Fluttering in the air
You ride in the bicycle and I felt nothing
As I glide towards the dim sky hoping
That it will rain, with you at my side
Humming a tune I have yet to ask
As your head sways to and fro to a rhythm that I don’t know
I ask, come close, you purse your lips, I go on
An explosion in my chest, slowly inching forward
I smell your skin, I see the little downy hair
On your nape
And we collide
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