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Dreams
Life is pleasant in sunshine's bright light,
but apprehension begins with the coming of night.
You fall asleep, but dreams fill your mind,
of days of terror once thought left behind.
Of days on an outpost in no man's land
seeing the pieces of what once was a man.
Who he was, no one will know,
only part of his head and one hand show.
The unseen mortar coughs up its shell,
followed by a blast that casts its spell.
There is nowhere to go, no place to hide,
as the screaming shrapnel spreads ever so wide.
At last its quiet, but you sill hug the ground,
shocked at first by the absence of sound.
The heartbeat slows and you wake to find
it's just another dream playing tricks with your mind.
These scenes of battles from days long ago,
are kept buried inside so no one knows.
And although you try with all your might,
you can't stop the dreams that come with the night.
Donald A. Chase
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