Poem: When Warheads Launch

 

When Warheads Launch

 

our dream perishes

but the stars collect it,

and with care prolong that brave choice--

 

for they have radiated hope

from the very start,

assurance it can be beautiful to breathe.

 

Earth, in their eyes,

is a silverblue minnow,

swimming sweet waters to revel in light.

 

no matter

how fast or far fear chases joy,

jealous through chasms of abyss,

 

the embers of the dance ignite again,

and even more,

the stardust of lovers

 

who are not so small, after all,

never to extinguish

what they were, are, or will be--

 

not so forgotten

to the bosom of the universe,

the praise of the cosmos,

 

not so forsaken, irrelevant, empty

or alone.

 

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