No More – Poems for January

Though peace has now been grasped,
My heart sits there, beating its war-drum.
Decorated, adorned with various medals,
It fought valiantly on the fields of Love.
Valiantly. Now there’s a silent window.
Its gaze blurred across the glow of leaves,
Across the voiceless gardens. Ash and dust
No longer cling to the sun. This is what
Has been achieved. Yet, my heart
Beats its war-drum from its hidden room,
From its tranquil shadow.

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