I float upon need

war and death

I float upon need

and greet the old enemy

stumbling over earthen mounds

fellows collapsing, souls risen.

Small brown envelopes in a drawer 

in the shape of a widow,

I turn the shade in the window..

'For the Love..

would ya come home'

'I can't - I must fight'

were the immortal words dying out

on black grave ink

I live - I am 'Let be'

the simple truths unexplained

at minds berth 

unsteady as a lake

where at night it shimmers-

and by day blinds others with

yellow reflection drowned in mock spirit

beside deathbed charmed by residual 

prayer rocking the shawl

and donning inexpressible 

grief picked up at the last bastion.

so proud yet lacklustre in black's dominion

I choked on greed and I embraced

the new mist rising, rising.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is a beautiful piece, stirs a sense of longing and need for independence (or longing for independence) in me at the same time.
The 'Let be' line reminds me of the line from Emperor of Icecream:

Let be be the finale of seem... (What seems to be, is)