From Dover I Called My Love

haven't posted in a while...

A man tells the story,
Watching rain through an open window,
A story of how the brave have fallen,
And the smallest breath becomes the
biggest dream and the deepest chasm.
The story of a fresh faced youth,
luminous with the face of time,
waking from the darkest hue...

        "Sweet silence! Born of Abscence..."

When he slept he dreamt of waking,
The glare of light on brazen metal,
The smell of salt and soft waves
tilting and shifting, softly smiling
when eyes open, he draws a breath
and a line of light across the sky.

There it is, the soft chalk line,
distantly merging with the green,
set alight and shining from the sun,
The sweet taste of sand and shallow
rocks that signal signs of love.

        "Burst into my life!"

Let the dreaming go, brave soldier.
The boy became a man so long ago,

        "You are what you want to be."

The moral of a story a man once told.

Author's Note

unsure about the last few lines...