In the soft light of an old lamp, at a university somewhere, everywhere
they sit and study, and study, and study
awaiting the chance to wage war against the unjust of today-of yesterday-of all time
of those whose lives were lost along the way to a war too big to understand.
Her light of wisdom
resides within us,
the generations who sit in patience, ready to fight the atrocities ahead.
the soft tropics of their skin compels the world to notice
to want them
to be them
The sheer strength of their being
convinces us to rise above, to follow their lead
to yearn for the beauty that we see; whether it is light or dark, physical or material
we see that which is impossible, yet somehow living among us-
a glimmer of beauty radiating around us all-- the charm She bestowed upon her progeny
for all to see / to strive for / to forever have
the deep hum of a musical note
romances itself through the air
Soft and warm and bright all at once
Enchanting the audience, falling in love with a song
His gifts of artistry sit in our hearts, awaiting to be opened.
Where they once stood tall and alive and powerful and beautiful, they now stand with us
influencing each generation
to be better
to be stronger
to be good.