Warriors bleed
heroic silence,
under-armed,
dismissed
by fate,
they wait.
Their time comes,
with peace or violence,
imbuing
inner strength,
no longer
bait.
In history and myth
their names
are legend,
numberless
from lands
both far and near,
woven into
tapestry
of folklore.
Truth emerges.
Warriors
overcome their fears.
He brings roses
To convey
What mind construes
But lips can’t say.
He carries burdens
To relieve
What struggles she has,
She believes.
Innocence and worldly-wise,
Two different pairs of seeing eyes,
Alerted to survey the land
With fortitude and willing hand.
One runs swiftly, seizes day,
Other, ponders some and stops to pray.
Innocence bears a heavy load,
Struggles, lonely, on broken road,
Worldly,too, stumbles in this mode.
Not seeing innocent and subtle code,
But, cynicism and lies.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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