The Battle Eve
Tonight beloved, I am free
All men participate in me,
And harder flows the drum.
Tomorrow I will sleep divine
My world transported into thine,
Or pass the storm
And run content,
Surrendered unto thee.
Earth asunder, all men's blood is mine,
Not simply here.
Dull thunder - passion - thine -release,
I am at peace.
It is the Battle Eve, a place near death,
Where soldiers, lovers rest intuitive.
There is a knowledge here unspeakable,
Shall war be just?
Shall she replace thy last embrace?
Grandfather knew.
He told me once you wait to die
You live too much to question why.
He stood apart like me tonight,
Cried out for love's own unfulfilled delight
And watched the Angels over Paschendale.
Last Post, darkness, harder flows the drum.
We come and I alone
See the two swallows turn,
Dip down, adieu.
And only the sunset, blood-red wafer, wine
Beats louder now.
It is the Battle Eve and I am one
With all who live and love beneath the sun.
ewpomacpherson@googlemail.com
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Ewan
MacPherson
Wells
Somerset UK
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