STRANGERS

 

                                   As I lay there

                                   In the dark

                                   I could hear

                                  Your breathing

                                  And it broke

                                  My heart

                                  Thinking that

                                  In the morning

                                  We would part .

                                  Each would go

                                  Their separate way

                                  At the dawning

                                  Of another day.

                                  Two strangers

                                  Who met the

                                  Night before

                                  Across a bombed

                                  And rubble strewn

                                  Broken floor.

                                  Each searching for

                                  Something

                                  Or someone

                                  To cling to

                                  In the madness of war.

                                  A prayer for the future ,

                                  A hope it will end .

                                  That the deadliest

                                  Of enemies

                                  Can some how

                                  Become friends .

                                                                      Michael J Guerrieria .

                                                                                13/06/2015 .