The Call
© Gary Dickerson, Sr. 1999
Rhythmic rain
dances on bells
of many souls
cleansing away
daily grime
scrubbing one soul
at a time
until its gone
then, sweet bells
toll a guiding song
for lost souls
reminding them
which way is home
Deaths Shadows
May 12th 1999
© Gary Dickerson, Sr.
Sun rushed from the flash of guns
Trying to hide death's arrival
She sought to spare more details
leaving the horrors we had done
Trying to hide deaths arrival
she sped from foreign skies
leaving the horrors we had done
muffled moans of last breaths
She sped from foreign skies
guide wayward souls of our sons
muffled moans of last breaths
final clasp closes open circles
Guide wayward souls of our sons
killing grounds homeward bound
Final clasp closes open circles
Sun rushed from the flash of guns
The last Breath
May 12th 1999
© Gary Dickerson, Sr.
Evening fell on the last shadow
Its breath escaped to hide
beyond black iron fences
separating living from death
Its breath escaped to hide
taking the warmth of souls
Separating living from death
she lifted the veil of secrets
Taking the warmth of souls
from fields of stone hearts
she lifted the veil of secrets
revealing eyes, children of night
From fields of stones hearts
Whispers called living souls
revealing eyes, children of night
Evening fell on the last shadow
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