P.O.W.

Yesterday was the promised land
Where the body found strength and the soul danced
There was peace in a moment
Quiet at the breakfast table.

Then the sun bathed itself in twilight
The colours changed
And with the moon the battle resumed.

Here is another morning.

I am unarmed.

The battle has begun.

I never fought, I was simply captured
And now I await my orders
Whilst another day of stolen magic
lies winking in the promise
of tomorrow.

jan 1999