Reverence(In Visions III)
By butch
How long the days whence came and went until we meet the morrow; Gather the boys the songs we sang to fill us with sweet sorrow; The celebration grand loud, jovial crew we start the rummy night; The starry sky a God lit path guide us in moonlight; A stretch of beach with wave-lapped sand the sound of mother sea; With pride we cried for those now lost whose souls have been set free; Of battles fought and, ground then gained remembrance become treasure; The eve grows late the voices grow tired the lasting true measure; The teary eyed the bleary eyed brace for fair-thee-well; The night be done memory stowed again each personal glimpse of hell; And, when day breaks the beach stands clear footprints washed by tide; To hide again from things forgot and visions kept inside..... Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 11:56 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"How long the days..."