Lou J. Klaiber

THEIR EYES

Midnight
is a bad place for memories.

soft silence,
surrounded by faces,
lost
to names.

… time that has forever gone
to moments
far away

when I remember the eyes
staring at me.

… in the way it was
so long ago.

Eyes that asked so many questions.
… and all the answers were lost to me.

Time turning upside down!

… ever falling
from the tired
eyes
of soldiers.

Danger!

The wilderness of war
so long ago.