Faye Sizemore

DAWN FORECAST

Rainy evenings
… calling up
old grievings

Thoughts flowing…
liquid…
like the rain

Firelight flickering
hot and burning…
like the pain

Falling asleep
… fading in the dark
consciousnesses depart

Into the mists again…
a night of fire and rain…
awakening with a scream

(Just another
veteran’s recurring dream…)