My Soldier-Love! (a soldier’s
song-sad)
In
the abyss of white diamond midnight-light
This
tender-heart love-soars my spirit-bright
Come
eternal dawns your face lives in sight
Together
again one day soon my dream-delight
Pink-subtle hint
of dawn colored eastern sky;
Shortly: Red! White!
Blue!-hues blend-swirl;
Lovers awake to
coolness-aspen whisper-wind;
Pine-y woods at
tree line kisses bright sun-day.
Gazing into
brown-crystal pools he takes her hand;
A gentle kiss
sweet-love the pair does savor-share;
Breakfast on the
open fire with sugar for tart-tea;
Gather camp,
then challenge trail adventure-search.
Five miles to
high-noon cold lunch respite-time;
Energy bars and
trail mix snack onto relax-recline;
Absently she
strums guitar as sun warms pretty face;
Her beau
attentive gazes soft enamored sacred-tender.
In an
abyss of white high noon sun-light
This
tender-heart love-soars my spirit-bright
Come
eternal dawns your face lives in sight
Together
again one day soon my dream-delight
Thy beauty-face
with angel-song soothes my heart;
“I love you more
than all of this!” Arms spread wide;
She smiled and
whisper-sang her quatrain-love verse;
A stinging tear
escaped her eye though she lamented it.
Soft, his
fingertips erased the mar to taste the salt;
“I will return so soon once this tour is
final-done”;
A lower lip
quivered-slight belied resolve-intended;
Her body
shuddered as he held her gentle-comfort close.
Backpacks
upright they headed out, her strength recouped;
Miles ahead upon
a shelter-ridge they pitched tidy night-camp;
In
flicker-shadows daguerreotype exposed veracity subtle-flashed;
Ebb-flow
emotioned-passion undulated cadence universe-grandeur;
Later,
hot-liquid stained his handsome face until she succumbed sleep.
In
the abyss of white diamond midnight-light
This
tender-heart love-soars my spirit-bright
Come
eternal dawns your face lives in sight
Together
again one day soon my dream-delight
Much too soon an
evil loading-gate swallowed her love;
Back home she
hiked the Great Divide, friend-in-hand;
To trace their
steps, easy enough; her tight voice failed;
Desperately
alone she fit-full tossed-slept the evil dark;
Morning-bright
offered no relief; she somehow arrived home.
Eternal
first-year slowly eroded a willing-life full-desire;
Friend-guitar
gathered evil dust, forgotten on a deserted shelf;
Emotions slowly
died save letters defined seeming lost life-love;
Too soon the
nightmares assaulted anguished-hope in lost space.
For him, the
evil “hell” alive with demon-monsters savage-insane;
Felt he could
dodge green-tracer rounds leading lethal end-to-life;
Rifle-friend had
saved him through time and space, a spirit injured;
Yet, true Love-abounds in hope with helmet-picture
safe-secured.
In
the abyss of red-laser death midnight-fright
This
tender-heart love-soars his spirit-bright
Come
eternal dawns love’s face lives in sight
Together
again one day soon my dream-delight
Startled awake
in stark-fear---the dream too real to think;
Her soldier-boy
visited her home in hidden-shadow face;
A cold-ice hand
reached out to vacant touch her pale hand;
Too much to bear
she faded dull to beg bright morning sun.
They finally
came by ten to check as she be an early riser;
Upon the
tasseled bed she sat guitar-friend in steady-hand;
While in her
absent-sleep the phone had blared somewhere;
Their tortured
faces told the tale which she already evil-knew.
The flag-draped
box Red! White! Blue! So quiet-still
it rested;
Precision-cadence
uniform-march to attention stand-salute;
Seated-front with
a worn guitar the pretty lady strangely stoic;
Crisp-careful
folded proud flag solemn presented with Love!
Blended-abyss
Red! White! Blue! Noon-light
This
purple-heart love-soars his spirit-bright
Come
eternal dawns your Love! lives in sight
Together
again one day soon my dream-delight
In
the abyss of white diamond midnight-light
This
tender-heart love-soars my spirit-bright
Come
eternal dawns your face lives in sight
Together
again one day soon my dream-delight
Amen!
Plus:
Day 196
Becky’s
“haystack” birthday cakes
Some
people just have a knack for utilizing “whatever” might be at hand---make-do!
A local lady does cake baking and decorating
in her home, Miss Jan has created literally thousands of cakes and cookies for
her clientle over the years. We enlist her services, regularly.
Jan bakes most of our birthday cake
celebration treats and has for some forty years. Perfect!
Daughter Becky got “haystack” cakes for
several years; I, just today, learned the “secret”.
A huge mound of cake in a “haystack” shape was
decorated with gold-colored icing and iced onto the creation in a linear
fashion so as to look like wheat straw piled in a stack in the field.
Pretty
cool! But, the “plot” thickens. Today, Lady Candice explained to “simple”-me how Jan managed to get a “haystack” mold
for baking the cake. Hmm!---Very…Interesting!
It seems our quiet little baker gal had a very
large “Barbie doll” mold which she employed upon “special” request for adult party occasions to be kept out of
sight of children!? When “properly” decorated for a “special” interpretation,
the cake held especially delightful “culinary” pleasures; careful cutting of
the presentation seemingly offered “something” for every taste!?
Without being too explicit, let’s just
conclude by allowing that our “shy” Miss Jan utilized one side of Miss Barbie’s
well-endowed attributes as the mold for a “Haystack”. The reader can make his
or her own wisecracks and witticisms about that conclusion. I try not to sin---mostly!
The “mound” served its intended
purpose---very…well! Indeed! I just love---mounds-of-cake!
Yum! Yum! “Seconds? Sir?” Why! Yes!
Thank you for so very much! (I love a party!)
No wonder everybody snickered as I dug right
in---to the…cake! Oh! My goodness!
Ah! Cookie (and cake) Sweet “Yum! Yum! Memories!
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