She Flies

Joanie

She Flies

How often have I seen you in the sky

floating and flying on joy's wings

While I sag further in Nam Blue

the colors that bind me to the cemetery of my fallen ones.

Will not a prayer release me from my lot

A divine crayon to change the color of my soul

Yet she flies on

If only I could reach her

knowing joy on wings so hard to reach.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

Can I borrow your long arms?

regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"while I sag further in Nam Blue"
excellent line...
you paint such a picture here of the heartache of war and of lost love, in combination.
j.