Hang

The sun is out
and all the tears have dried
but wounded are the fallen
and their misplaced pride.
A hope so simple
and a dream so dear,
but life is more pragmatic
then what one’s heart will hear.
A battlefield is calling
but there’s not a soldier left
save for blundering
who are little less than deft.
So who will win a war
that started with bang
and ended quickly
with many souls to hang?

© Autumn Siders 2018
Hang

Dreams Come True

My girl is gone
one more time
and the house is quiet
and quite divine.
There is no one to wake me
with foolish thoughts
or follow me around
like connect-the-dots.
While I love my girl,
or so she claims,
it’s nice to get away
from such loud dames.
The reason she gives
is a wedding or two
so I’m grateful to love
for making dreams come true.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
Dreams Come True