[Dono]

Dear John,

I had a dream of a fractured scene where you lay broken
Nothing moved, image burned into my mind and stayed frozen
Snowflakes slowed to hold place, he gazed upon your cold face
A fellow soldier held you closer than I have on most days
Solemn look pained his expression, glazed in depression
Your body slumped across his as you lay without tension
A late intervention, steep, deep gashes run your cheeks
Blood smears your uniform, signs of war you’ve come to see
The newly fallen flakes underneath soak in crimson red
Time’s complacent, life is vacant, your nose is missing breath
Wish I chose a different mess, there’s shivers down my spine
Sorrow in my heart is dark as the picture now aligns
Broke without hope, war grows close the bonds of man
With you gone this span wish we’d made a stronger plan
Long for hands to brush across mine, amend for lost time
Lacking touch, so each day you’re away the costs rise
I pray you’re not dead, some mistake of a hot head
Or a casualty caused when a caravan forgot bread
I’m not sure of our options but the gossip still remains
People speak of how a lover’s passions fill our veins
Say we’re not meant to be together so mentally it’s better
If I believe you’re alive, you’ll survive then meet with pleasure
And treasure the fact I want to build a life together
But even when the war ends, we’ll have to fight forever

With Love,

Richard

[Dono]

Dear John,

I had a dream of a fractured scene where you lay broken
Nothing moved, image burned into my mind and stayed frozen
Snowflakes slowed to hold place, he gazed upon your cold face
A fellow soldier held you closer than I have on most days
Solemn look pained his expression, glazed in depression
Your body slumped across his as you lay without tension
A late intervention, steep, deep gashes run your cheeks
Blood smears your uniform, signs of war you’ve come to see
The newly fallen flakes underneath soak in crimson red
Time’s complacent, life is vacant, your nose is missing breath
Wish I chose a different mess, there’s shivers down my spine
Sorrow in my heart is dark as the picture now aligns
Broke without hope, war grows close the bonds of man
With you gone this span wish we’d made a stronger plan
Long for hands to brush across mine, amend for lost time
Lacking touch, so each day you’re away the costs rise
I pray you’re not dead, some mistake of a hot head
Or a casualty caused when a caravan forgot bread
I’m not sure of our options but the gossip still remains
People speak of how a lover’s passions fill our veins
Say we’re not meant to be together so mentally it’s better
If I believe you’re alive, you’ll survive then meet with pleasure
And treasure the fact I want to build a life together
But even when the war ends, we’ll have to fight forever

With Love,

Richard