Somewhere in the Forest

Sour winds more bitter than memory

Catching the thoughts in icicles

Trees wrinkled with time

Or maybe bullets are still looking for their way out

Of the forest

Forgive the others, forgive yourself

Your troop is far away

Your country is a distant illusion

Winds will melt diamond tears

Do windmills care which state they grind in?

Scattered stones scar the slopes

But no-one clears the moss

Under the starred blue sky

We're children of the void