MY SERGEANT

MY SERGEANT

This night be it, my sergeant of fight,
the battles I have fought to win,
are now left far behind.
Drinking from the great heights
and looking down with marvel
at the thirsty vale,
writing words with a needle
upon the corner of eyes,
with nothing in the hand
to stitch back or mend.
My sergeant of the might,
be you tonight
the sergeant of light.
Flow ahead with a lucid delight,
let the remorse and regret wash away;
be you the carrier of undying ray of morning light.
My sergeant, be you tonight
the sergeant of a luminous shadow
emanating from the hidden source of thy undeclared light.
The light dazzles and blinds,
and how we know as we look behind
and count the number we have left on the way,
bare, unshod, bereft of a ray.
My sergeant of lonely deserts and raging sands,
let my dreams be the wishes of God
May you fly without an escort if it needs be,
but fly you must, my sergeant of the night.

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