Songs In The Night

I hear the songs again,
Coming to me in the night,
Telling me of happy times
Back when I was younger

But they bring thoughts of another time too,
We listened to them as we crouched inside the wire,
Waiting as we did every night,
Knowing that Charlie was out there,

Waiting for us to let down,
For our eyes to lag just a little bit,
Just enough for them to move closer,
Move another foot or so,

Because they listened too,
To the songs in the night,
Knowing we might let our guard down,
Waiting for that one little mistake,

But they didn't know music, and us
We lived to listen to the music,
We live in the music; it is in us,
And being in us it opened our senses,

Made us reach out with our minds,
Reach out with heightened senses,
We couldn't see good at night so we listened,
 Our hearing became split,

One part on the music, grooving,
The other part moved to the wire and beyond,
And listened for their sounds,
Rustling of grass, shifting of dirt, scrape of cloth,

We became aware of the extra sounds,
Sounds of Death stealing thru' the night,
But we have heard him thru' the music,
The alarm goes out, quietly,

And so we are waiting,
Charlie charges the wire,
We were ready for him this time,
Death comes again, but for them, not us,

And when it is all over, the music returns,
It carries us through another day,
It helps us pass the time over here,
Until, finally, we can go home again,

But the music will always be with us,
Causing us to remember,

FOREVER!

©September 1, 2002
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Charlie Johnson
Asheville, NC

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