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
© 2016 Duane Windell Phillips
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