There, far, where the sky meets the earth
on an unbroken line of stark reality,
sparkle the infinite lights that beckon my heart.
There, far, where the eye sees the birth
of an unpolluted, crisp morning;
there hides the magic that war can not part.
The skies split open; proceed to pour down
optimistic downpour: rain, the tiny splatters
straining to sustain;
a soaking, repetitive chorus
to prove existence;
resolute blood flows through the arteries,
coursing onward to power the machinery of Life.
With untold urgency
like a thundering wave,
bullying its way across the sea,
it fulfils the crucial purpose, outshining the brave.