Ode to a Soldier

He lays down his weary head,
Eyes heavy and tremulous with sleep
The day folds closed and rests its wings
Holding tight to his tired mind

She thinks of him and clutches her chest
Her heart, she fears it will rip right through
The cage of bone that keeps it her own
Instead of the soldier's, across the sea

His dreams are restless and fragmented
And hers are not dreams at all
Both are filled with memories of each other
Tormented by that which always haunts lovers

Yet they arise, determined to defeat it
Pushing on, though both wanting to fall
They will meet again, the soldier and lady
Meet again at the end of it alll