Cloud 9
Eric Leake
In solitude there is a peace
That comes on irredescent wings
It brings one solace through the night
And proves again the proven right
It whispers of heroes unsung,
Crusades gone wrong, forgotten martyrs
It hums the song of ages gone
And mourns the forlorn lover.
That peace arrives and then does leave
To embark upon a mystery
Of altruism and of death
To bless another with reprieve.