soldier

Origanly written for two of many small side charactors, but gained a whole new meaning when my dad left for Iraq.

“Tick, tock”
Goes the windup clock,
The bell chimed merrily.

“3 ‘o clock and all is well.”
I hear outside my window sill,
With not a guard in site.

Love is lost,
Yet I am not
As they sleep upon my pillow.

The stars shine bright
On this moonless night.
And yet I can not sleep.

The cool night breeze
Comes in from the seas
But still I feel no comfort.

As blade shines bright
In pale candle light
I think of all the sorrow

Sweet is the song
But not for long
Time is fading away

Soon I must leave
And they will grieve
But only for tomorrow

I will yearn
And soon return
To the arms of a waiting lover

That is my fate
So must I wait
And such is the life of a soldier