I stand, a soldier,
derelict in duty.
In between the sands.
Tumbling round & tumbling through,
the hourglass grinding grains between sounds.
Through sandman's dreams.
She comes in the grace and civility.
Of a time already gone,
she feels, but a faded memory.
But I have yet too,
meet her, greet her.
So smiling standing in,
such a way that memory loves.
I feel hands grasping at mine, clumsily.
All in good time.
At long fingers on delicate hands.
I find her, I smile.
I walk on still mornings
with a remembered smile.
I remember soldier girl, I remember. (6-18-10) revised(10-13-10)
