New Poem 2/15/11

He runs and hides,
Bullets like flames,
Seeking, hungry, wanting,
They seek the weak, the weary.

Look over, a friend is there,
His eyes reflect the fear,
The reality of the inevitable,
Realize that he's already gone.

Dirt sprays, shrapnel joins the dance,
Ringing brings the sweet taste of blood,
Strength is expensive now, but he stands,
Must help the others, must bring them home,
The red cross he wears, he needs to earn it.

Time slows, he's running, ragged gasps,
He slows, seeing in front of him,
The night, he walked away knowing,
He would never see that radiant light,
The one he held more precious than water.

The pain is real, he feels it, stumbling,
When that light left him, for another,
He falls to the ground, warm tears,
Mix with the redness, he knows,
So much pain, he's so cold...

Bombs blast again, his face hurts,
He lays in the dirt, too tired of war,
Fought since he fell to the darkness,
Without his light, he is nothing,
No longer forgiven, but forgotten.

Looks up, seeing clouds, smiles, partly.
Remembers the warmth, even in winter he felt,
Would she forgive him, now, he lays,
Would she love him for trying, to show her,
To the end of the world, now farther, he promised.

Rain falls on him, as he grows dark once more,
The cold falls on him, he sighs the last time,
He'll get to rest, be forgiven for being evil,
He'll wait in the summer, for her, forever.

They look on to the stone and see the dirt,
The wood that masks his face, covered, shut,
They see through it to his smile, his face,
His hands holding friends, family, not blood.

They cry, tears hit the ground, joining the rain,
She's there, does she cry, does she hurt like him?
He stands behind them all, crying for them, he knows,
How to feel to lose a light, his light,
She's there in the front, still beautiful,
It hurts to him, so he starts to walks to her,
Kiss her cheek and hold her, but no feelings greet actions,
He fades away, walking, tears still there, he says once more.
I love you.