Steve Brandenburg

SHADOWS

Wisps of darkness, yet there is light,
drifting off to sleep at night.
Memories, of long ago, run like movies,
but slow.

They are my brothers, who have gone on,
killed in a war’s terrible song.
They patrol the nights while I try and sleep,
am I their brothers keep?

They are with me both day and night,
yet I seldom see them in day light.
Are they making sure I don’t share their fright,
of so long ago in Vietnam’s deathly glow?