The Tears of War

What is this silence of eruption?

This stifled resonance of tremors below?

Why are the glistening ducts emitting but mutant cries down the face of truth?

When will the quiet pain find the freedom to just be that which it longs to be—peace?

Last night

Many wished tomorrow morning would vanish

Where once there were sunrises waiting to be seen

Even as clouds seemed heavy

Hope was there

But now

Somewhere in all the last nights

And the time in between

Emptiness fills the moonlit sky where once bright reminders

Pointed to memories yet to come

Road signs not yet discovered

As given

Every morning explodes again

And last night becomes today

Making all that seemed possible

Evaporate with the mist of drifting fog

Saturated with bodily smoke

The shorelines of lost souls continuing to decay

Making friendly trade winds steer afar

Where once their warmth cradled innocent solitude

Hopefully the tonights of future tomorrows will bring new beginnings

For time cannot repeat itself

It can only continue forward as the next interval

Leaving in its path the residue once thought…

Once even called…

What was it called back then

When there was never a possible “last” night?

Love?