A Heart of Red

In fields of war

There is no star

Above the dead

Whose hearts have bled

Here I lie

About to die

I want to live

I’ve more to give

What will you do?

With news you get

I dream of you

I’m in your debt

Image in hand

Memories scanned

My life bleeds on

And soon I’m gone

I see a light

Piercing the night

A heart of red

That warms the dead

Onward I’m drawn

Toward the dawn

I leave this life

And all the strife

My one desire

To feel your skin

But I hear the choir

Their draw from within

My moments wane

My dear sweet Jane

I love you so

But now I go

© 2016 Duane Windell Phillips