through battlefield shadows

by Indira Sinton 

wish

my dearest

to be a light

 

not bright sunlight

but soft luminescence

glowing serenely

 

candlelight 

 

ensconced within

a modest clay lamp

 

long to be held

by a child who hopes for peace

who stands

on a hillside

with a thousand others

 

be a symbolic flame

among a myriad of flames

 

except when the blaze is a fiery rage

of gunfire in fields or explosions in streets

 

then seek to be

that great translucence

 

water

 

the glistening stream

which can end combustion

then cool a brow

or quench a desperate thirst

 

and in the end

my darling

strive

to be the glimmer

 

of an ashen white pennant

 

brandished

defiantly

distinctly ascending

 

through battlefield shadows

 

aspire

to be

the signal for peace

 

the resplendence

that is

the flag of no nation

 

Copyright ©2006 Indira Sinton