Two Poems for the Ages

(1) Day is Done, Gone the Sun

The bugle’s call sounds out

over the water and into the night air,

silent now after the last note’s echo ends;

and the lost souls that hear it still, long after,

weep, not for themselves but for those

who have yet to learn the ways of peace. 

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(2) [At night the wind stops blowing]

At night, the wind stops blowing

and the lake becomes as a mirror

reflecting the Peace of our souls at rest.