Wisps of darkness, yet there is light,
drifting off to sleep at night.
Memories, of long ago, run like movies,
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?
©Copyright October 26, 2003 by Steve Brandenburg