Too much to say

Too much to say

About nothing

But butterflies

And daffodils

Before they were broken.

Rainbows are a token

Of what it means

To be free

If you want to

Waste time

On romance

Softly flutters

The wings

Of a bluebird

Following the lost bars

Of a last waltz

Across a weather beaten sky

Reaching to paradise.

Listen very closely

Hear the lonely cry

Of the night train

It carries typewritten letters

To the station

Where a broken heart

Is waiting

For old news

There are no queues

As all the children

Died today

On a distant

Battlefield

Some romantic

Will call a home

From home.

Whilst survivors

Plant the seed

Opportunity

Feeds the greed

Of the war machine

Will we succeed

In making love

If we want to

When all is said and done

This is living

It was never meant

To be anything

But a smoking gun

Tall stories of

The old ways

And the ghosts

Of lost love grieving

Praying

For better days.