Faye Sizemore

DREAMS OF WORLD WAR II
(For my WWII Veteran Friend, C. Douglas Caffey)

Nightmares of terror
… stark and raging…
the serving of a solder aging
Delayed hidden feeling…
recalling… if one can… and one should…
emerging… emerging to the light
All he mentions are dreams of mud
Is he recalling scenes written in blood
Were these feelings hidden long ago…
brought to light now… to torture him so
Would that I could throw up a screen
… between him and the past
and things hurtful and mean
Memories are indelible
written forever…
sometimes illegible
and sometimes hidden
because unacceptable
Some of us stand…
before God and man…
like a lonely soldier in a strange land
on memories shaky ledge…
grasping to understand
that there is a light
at the end of the tunnel…
be it many miles ahead
and the foul fields of mud
can become fields of flowers
honored ever by heroes blood…
and watered with tears in the midnight hours