• It is serene calmness

    golden glow of brilliance

    slowly blinding me

    from the destruction of the war

    blood flies as each droplet

    turns into a snowy dove

    arms and heads fall to the ground

    like stones they fall

    and like stones they litter

    the earth below

    each graceful swing brings

    the soft swoosh of the sea

    as I myself finally fall

    the gentle sea becomes a song

    calling to me like a mother

    beckons for her lost child

    she is my mother

    bringing me forth into her arms

    and the golden glow fades behind me

    as I reach for my last home.