Lou J. Klaiber

ONE FOR ALL… AND ALL FOR DIANE

So much becomes true
and clear
within the dark river
past midnight
when the moon places
her curved self upon the
altar of freedom
and embraces the scars of old soldiers
who paid for freedom…

… and so many died and are
forgotten
… but not in the new darkness and quiet light
of 2 AM.
USA,
when tears find their way into old fingers
of old soldiers
typing… and always
… remembering,
… sharing
all the death and courage that happened
in their time.
… an old time
that may……………… and
must
disappear in time…
… as did the very mists of Avalon!

Girl of soft smiles
and beauty
and all the love I have ever wished!
The dance cannot last much
longer than the music…
This sacred dance
that seems a splendid dream.

This love we share!

Every soldier gone to silence
shares a voice with me…
Of love for you…
love for sisters who share tears
and heartfelt hands upon the history
of a forgotten world.

The long ago War in Vietnam
where most of my heart remains
is losing itself
selflessly.
… and selfishly and in love with you!

My
heart as a fool… so
reckless! My heart!

… and the rest of.
… and what is left of me
belongs… to you Diane!
… and forever
… and only
to you…!

Whatever love gives to me.
I give
to you.

Diane!