Friday, November 19, 2010

Imaginary War

Imaginary War

The sun shining yellow and

gold like brass bugling in

the morning the sweet kiss

of dawn on a cold cheek echoing

in the valley the mess kits

and the whisper of guns the tally

of petals on a flower, cupid's

arrows red as blood, sharp and

hot as bullets the beat of

the heart till all love is still.

by: Danny P. Barbare