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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.



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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 26th Dec 2016 21:15

Thanks Ray, for commenting here and on FB.

I'm not sure the title gives much away, but I'm happy with that.


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Mon 26th Dec 2016 20:39

just like to re iterate my comment on facebook with this one David. Should be in a book like all uplifting material.

Ray x

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