If we were to feel planets and the infinite

If we were to feel planets and the infinite

I wonder if I could place my minute seed there

If rainbows raked against the skies

I wonder to blindness of eyes

Our fragile youth has faded when we're hardly born

Colors swirl without and oh within

I feel scorn of war like poisoned arrow

Piercing through my heart

Red spurts everywhere like Hecuba's sons

In flight Warriors love of greed and fear of mortality, kill the young

Save the old for tombs

Strike the beauties while they bloom