On this silent night stillness settles.
In the hollowed shelf of a trench wall
a young face glows ember red.
The moment transfixed,
low voices muster across open ground.
Foreign, a familiar tune rises,
lighter than the cordite air.
Ashen cheeks wet with tears,
young boys think of home.
In open boats, bodies huddle tight,
featureless faces under aimless stars,
no guiding, no wise, no gifts.
hushed, but for sobbing mothers,
with no coastline looming closer.
A lullaby whispers,
brave as new hope.
The symphonic sea soothes fear.
In the listless night,
a face, silver screen-lit
surveils their world.
As it slips unheard beneath the waves,
to sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleeping in heavenly peace.