Eight o'clock in the morning, long night..empty bed...best friend...soul mate...husband, away in the field again. Away from home more than here. Gets harder every time he leaves. Wonder some times if my life will ever see the end of good byes. Wrote this in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep.
In The Clear Morning Light
Don't tell me good-bye with your body when we're making love in the dark of night.
Remind me that you'll still be here when morning dawns with clear sunlight.
Don't whisper words of reassurance that we both know are impossible and untrue.
When we know that war and discord have their higher calling claiming most of you.
I won't cry when you walk out the door, tears truly don't become a warrior's wife.
You will remember me loving you as once again you hurl yourself into chaos and strife.
As you drive away the howling lonlieness whirls in a dance of victory and draws near.
Even as I resolve again, I wil have nothing to do with sorrow, or its little sibling fear.
I want to be the strong one, who waits in patient, loving support of her soldier man,
Who keeps the home fires burning, the U.S. flag flying and loves as only a woman can.
But how do you love a country who grudges you the roof that covers your families' heads?
The food in your mouths, the slim security that your children have as they lay in their beds?
How do you give your husband up time after painful time, to a country, a cause, a war,
For a nation that mouths all the right words, but wonders why you don't have to pay even more?
Its the middle of the night and my arms are empty yet again, I wander my house from room to room.
All these things run through my head and the house seems robed in a lowering gloom.
They'll send him away to war again, eventhough he's already been one time before.
And he'll return like last time, the man I loved...though something less and something more.
And when we make love the next time, I'll pray his body will not be telling me good bye.
I'll just be thankful to wake and see him there, sleeping in the clear morning sunlight.
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In The Clear Morning Light
Don't tell me good-bye with your body when we're making love in the dark of night.
Remind me that you'll still be here when morning dawns with clear sunlight.
Don't whisper words of reassurance that we both know are impossible and untrue.
When we know that war and discord have their higher calling claiming most of you.
I won't cry when you walk out the door, tears truly don't become a warrior's wife.
You will remember me loving you as once again you hurl yourself into chaos and strife.
As you drive away the howling lonlieness whirls in a dance of victory and draws near.
Even as I resolve again, I wil have nothing to do with sorrow, or its little sibling fear.
I want to be the strong one, who waits in patient, loving support of her soldier man,
Who keeps the home fires burning, the U.S. flag flying and loves as only a woman can.
But how do you love a country who grudges you the roof that covers your families' heads?
The food in your mouths, the slim security that your children have as they lay in their beds?
How do you give your husband up time after painful time, to a country, a cause, a war,
For a nation that mouths all the right words, but wonders why you don't have to pay even more?
Its the middle of the night and my arms are empty yet again, I wander my house from room to room.
All these things run through my head and the house seems robed in a lowering gloom.
They'll send him away to war again, eventhough he's already been one time before.
And he'll return like last time, the man I loved...though something less and something more.
And when we make love the next time, I'll pray his body will not be telling me good bye.
I'll just be thankful to wake and see him there, sleeping in the clear morning sunlight.
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i know it sounds weird, but its really pretty...and fairytale-ish....