Solitary, it comforts me
Away from the world
In total isolation
My favourite place on earth.

My mind, underneath a waterfall
But not gasping for air
My body, not present
My soul, unaware

In a moment of madness
I rise to meet your eyes
And forgive you, at last

Cherishing the moment...

Her soul in tatters
Baring all from inside
Unable to comprehend
What she has just done

Her beauty escapes
From her harrowing eyes
She simply must face this
As the child within dies

Protected by sanity
The sheer will to live
Just a moment of fury
Nothing left to give

Desperate in her disbelief
Answers abundant
Screaming obscenities
At the top of her voice

This is the moment
When life takes a turn
Insanity creeps in
As her insides, they burn

Tan riding pants

Old, strong leather boots

Wears the man who sits staring

At ashes and coals

A look of confusion

Of grief and of loss

Written on his face

For generations to come

Barren ground

In a drought saturated land

Swag by his side

Wondering how terrible things are

Luck slipping away

Flicked, like a horse shoe

Each strand of grass

Stuck in open blaze

That’s where I met him

Nudged him slightly on the shoulder

Reached forward to embrace him

So he was not alone

Fell asleep with him at sunset

Mates forever now dead

Forgiveness belated

The old tree looks on wisely

Scattered dust all around

With only the sound of wildlife

No disturbance

No sound

Off in the distance

Past the highest trees

Lies hope, love and charity

hopefully a future

War, not a distant memory then

Nor is it now

We have the power to change this

somehow

This image of silence

Foot soldiers swallowed

Smoke billows above

Hardship – for all

A stolen glance that reminisces with our history

The ashes fly up

To meet with grace

Our untraceable heritage

Borne through isolation