Hush now…soldier, it’s okay.

We all have tears with things to say.

Close your eyes to open your heart.

Those close…do not really ever depart.

Alone maybe, but only in flesh.

Cast your net and fix the mesh.

Loneliness is born of loss,

It creeps to spread like pitch-black moss.

Rest your head for it has seen enough!

So many words heard just off the cuff.

Now that you are closing your eyes,

Dream of days without the lies.

It comes, it goes, this longing  – deep.

Love your heart and go to sleep.


© The Secret Poetess, February 2017