Colin F. Jones


What I write now, tomorrow I will have written,
With a new day’s sunlight I will then be smitten.
Some will have died upon the highways and the roads,
Some in war, some bearing all these loads.
While warriors rest, now too old to fight,
The wind rhythms of nature tranquilize the night.
Yet in the shadows the struggle still goes on,
Death recurring while the sun is gone,
Brief life then death for many and for some,
More seasons left more seasons yet to come.
The cycle is repetitive the waters still flow,
The battle for the bravest in survivors’ eyes do show,
As the silver lights of heaven cast their mystic glow,
Upon those struggling creatures surviving life below.