Trench Deep Honor

I suppose he didn't feel a thing.
The trenches, piled deep
with loss and
spurting disaster from every side.
He knelt in the dirt
with his dust covered helmet
tucked barely over the eve
of his eyes.
Tired, but coherent and ready.
Waiting listlessly for a sign
or a command
One shot could be a lifetime over
or a lifetime longer.
And his brother had waded
so bravely into the shadows
of a no man's land.
So frightfully watching,
as he'd watched him kneel
clutching his heart
in a victory of afterlife,
attempting to grasp eternity.
Not a sight he wanted to see
ever again. Not ever.
His hands sweated
as they clutched an act of death
cased in cold metal.
This wouldn't be the end for him.
No...this would be one more step.
He would walk in honor
with his chest covered in medals
one day.
Sitting under the large oak
telling stories to his grandchildren.
But for now, he was last name
decked in dusty clothing.
A symbol of freedom,
trembling with the ache of the fight.
Eyes forward,
he pointed his gun onward
raining bullets in the trenches.
The terrible act
of watching yourself do
what was done to your brother.
But that was someone's elses brother too...
The ache in your heart
competing with the sense of victory
and the nightmares it would bring.
And past the honor
it would hurt something deep
enough to scar.
This, he vowed,
he would not tell his children.
Nor his children's children.
Sometimes, the downsides to victory
are best tucked away from the eyes
of the watchful,
leaving them to glorify
the honor they think
is real.

You're Dancing In My Heart

Butterflies dancing in the depths of my stomach.
There are words, soft and unfolding
on the tip of my tongue
Like tiny dancers dancing
just to sing "I love you".
You're a star that lights my sky
every night.
Ever wonder
who puts beauty in
the summer?
I belive its you
coloring in the wonderful world
with every step you take.
Love.