Her

As I close my eyes,
I can see her there.
Her dark, amber hair,
trailing like whispers in the air.

Her body is so comforting,
that it eases my pain.
So that I might see clearly,
once more through the pouring rain.

I open my eyes once more,
to see only the pain,
and suffering that knocks on my door.

I pray once more for the darkness,
for the solitude of my sleep.
So that I might find some kindness,
in the shadows of the deep.

She is the only one,
the cure for this suffering.
The one whom I long for,
after the days' fighting.

The moon is shrouded by a cloud,
and I begin to drift on out.
To our place in the dark,
where there is no doubt.

Our place is really, quite peaceful,
beside the bubbling brook.
She is waiting there for me,
underneath the big wide oak.

But this time is different,
she is there, crying.
I make my way over,
but her tears continue, not drying.

She cannot bear to see,
my departure every time.
I fight alongside others you see,
but so far I have made it back time after time.

Each time I leave,
she prays for me to turn.
And soon she fears that I may leave,
never more to return.

I take her in my arms,
and banish those thoughts aside.
For I have made it back this time,
so everything else should be pushed to the side.

She protects me from harm,
as myself and others protect her.
When we turn to face our fears,
in the daylight hour.

She fits in against me,
like a hand into a fit glove.
I hold her there tightly,
to forget about the world above.

Just as I get to an intimate point,
my buddy wakes me up.
And I return to my place on point.

We are surrounded by gunfire,
with no end in sight.
I turn and fire my weapon,
my buddy already doing the same.

Pain alights in my shoulder,
and I am forced out of the gun fight.
I sit down and I see her once more,
but only framed there by the moonlight.
For I now realize,
I am doomed to return no more.