In Quiet Days
In quiet days as fearsome news
imparted so gently, comes to view,
your face so stoic hardly moves
my accepting warrior, my hero true.
The look that really says it all,
and although you can't, your standing tall,
as beautiful hand is placed on mine,
I bite my lip, as the clock chimes.
Say nothing yet, let's think it through
for actions now will be askew,
decisions made in quiet ways, will pave
for you another day.
The reality that stings my eyes
the sadness as results arrive,
in watchful bide my thoughts of you,
your boldness gallant fighter true.
In quiet days of misty cold
our world is smaller, but not letting go,
this 'beast' that creeps within our realm,
will, with courage, be crushed down.
My accepting warrior, my hero true...
