Their Eyes

Midnight

is a bad place for memories.

soft silence,

surrounded by faces,

lost
to names.

... time that has forever gone
to moments

far away

when I remember the eyes

staring at me.

... in the way it was
so long ago.

Eyes that asked so many questions.

... and all the answers were lost to me.

Time turning upside down!

... ever falling

from the tired
eyes

of soldiers.

Danger!

The wilderness of war

so long ago.

This poem inspired
Old Midnight
by Thurman P. Woodfork

Background sequence by Ron Ellis