Good Guy Lost
Embraced in the rythm of an eye closing hug,
Standing on the front porch and the welcome rug,
Is where I left you after a mine blowing night,
Of discovery of laughter of doing what is right,
Even when under fire,
Even when ignored,
Even when misunderstood,
Even when losing,
Cards lay face up on a table not a wall,
Already shuffled and in a neat pile,
Hands come to seperate stroke and caress,
Until a new order is found and the game begins,
Passion Where...This Year?
One to the other,
Moving between the two.