~~~ BEAUTIFUL EYES ~~~
(Armistice Sonnet)2005
He sees a way more beautiful than moonlight.
Bright, but not as daylight. Airman, lost at sea.
We must remember him, what he was and is:
fearless in the face of Fate. Purest courage.
Knowing Right must conquer—not just break even.
Unblinking gaze on us, his brave eyes still shine,
comforting focus warms with joys from heaven.
Our calm, the quiet, soft smile of his image.
Tears in silence drop to brimming, salty seas.
Our life grows old. Worn, unraveled sleeves hang free.
Our salute, "Present Arms!"--- tears from the sunlight.