Flight of Fate by Ray

The sea ahead ..full of possibilities
waves of terror....followed by the calm.
I threw a flower into the water,
not knowing the fate ahead.

A sea of soldiers.....full of possibilities
waves of terror.......followed by the calm.
I threw my sister into the water,
not knowing her fate ahead.

Watching soldiers waiting for their planes,
a huge hanger....filled with emotion....yet quiet.
Seaweed uniforms, whitecap duffle bags... no smiles,
not knowing their fate ahead.

I saw death walking through the crowd...
two men...parting the sea of soldiers.
Arriving from the war....hardened...berets oddly in place,
not knowing their fate ahead.

These men shook me....they shook the soldiers.
If death could be smelled ...I smelled it.
My sister looked so small ...so out of place,
not knowing her fate ahead.

In hours ..turned minutes..turned seconds.. she walked away
boarding a plane that just unloaded the dead.
I cried ....I cried.... I cried....
not knowing the fate ahead.

Ray
copyright 1998