Walked home in the whispy rain today..
the wind twirled and twisted drops at wim and fancy..
Like a ballet recital the rain danced and spun..
And the night light illuminated crystalline drops..
What beautiful evening..

And when the dust settles..
lay down your arms..
this war isn't over..
a temporary cease fire..

young men are bleeding..
they feel so alone..
they need a love one..
now far away at home..

and the nights they spend in the harshest world..
seems to mean nothing compared to the longing..
to fight and kill.. survive and be strong..
for love..

fighting for love.. Its crazy..
Almost and oxymoron.. who would have thought that the most
powerful weapons in this world are people fighting to protect the ones they love..

i am love and greatness..