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however they leave no comment. Why?

Because you're scary.

I honestly loved that last piece wolf. Really emotional.

I'm scary?

Tacky, those faces say all. lol

Witness

Gather you far flung travellers,
Those of deeds great and small.
Gather round this glowing hearth
And bear witness to life giving warmth.
Witness flickering flames that lap egearly
Like the sea in which they bear enmity
For to they extinguish their warmth
And life beneath such lapping waves,
As such belong to the sea.
Witness then dear travellers these flames.
And how, in riotous life they dance.
Dance, by secret word and limb,
As only flames can. Oh beauty beyond reckoning.
Speak to me of your deeds. Tell me your tales
Each a precious gem to the insight
Of fair mankind who toils beneath yokes
Of coin and ambition; of dreams and heartache;
Of a thousand thousand ideals and nightmares,
And who is to call this unworthy?
Enthrall me with your words dear friends,
For I would live your lives for a moment.
Oh, a passing moment, yet nonethelss...
Ah, repast! Relief! I beg you, such tragedy!
Our fire dims, and so too must our company.
Truly cruel in this turn of fate.
Lo! Let us sit a while longer.
Let us linger by dimming hearth,
Together for but this time
Before fading embers wink out
Leaving naught but the heat of life,
Yet that too only passing.
Before the cool ashes of demise
And death sweep into once grand fire.
Where the flames danced by word and limb.
Oh dear friends witness this fading life.
The great spark of truth, truly.
Witness.

While this was.... daunting for me to read, I somehow managed to understand.
I'm sure you have already realized the one or two spelling errors, so I won't mention them.
I think you should've moved 'Oh beauty beyond reckoning.' down one, and had a comma instead of a period.
Other than that I have no complaints. After a read through or three, I understood it... more.
The title was a bit off balance, in my opinion. I get it now, but when first reading it I didn't ... But that doesn't matter!

It's the first decent thing I've written in a while. What made it daunting?

I didn't mean it was daunting itself, I meant it was intimidating for me to read. :P

Reflections Upon Juno

The sea is calm today.
Showing no memory of that day when the waves stirred deep,
When the dreary sky cast grey shadows
Upon the growing dawn. Where the uncertainty,
The things perceived, half perceived and then,
Lost to all thoughts and rememberances
Came crashing down like the weight of Judgement itself.
Nothing could be so coarse as certainty that day.

The sea remembers that day.
How could it forget? Where upon these shores men died.
The ever echoing guns, only drowned out by the
Never ending pleas and screams for mercy. Oh poor soul,
To say death was that mercy would be too cruel.
No, that is an unworthy thought of you
Who against all odds stood upon this shore.
And died. Even that day, the sea was silent.

The sea has taken its fair share of blood.
It drank deep that day, when men fell, and fell,
Only to fall no more. And even the sea, in boundless thirst
Was sated unto bursting, for the shoals ran red.
And upon an iron shore, in a land gripped, squeezed and clenched
Tight to the breast of an iron, clanking beast
That lived for war, brave men stood. Victorious.
No hollow victory this, bought and paid for by so many, so dearly.
But the road ahead led into darkness.

From grey twighlight they emerged, no true dawn this day,
And into darkness they would go
To fall, and fall, only to fall no more.
This, all this, to gain a measure of peace. Not for themselves,
Such men can ever know peace again, but for those loved.
All for peace. And lo, the sea is calm today.

As a note this poem is written in response to a moment about three years ago when I was at Juno Beach in Normandy, France.

I am a stranger here.
No longer do I know your faces
That pass me by, pass me by.
I held you all within my eye,
Within my eye. And for what?
To have your waning interests flee before
That convoluted storms that raged
Within passions unknown to me? Ah
Such fickle creatures.
I am a stranger here. And I
No longer know your names.
And you, no longer see my face.

Dancing Away

It's been a while since I've seen your smile,
And the light in your eyes still drives me wild,
But I guess we've grown apart now.
And that's a shame because of how
You used to love the way that I laughed.

That night seems so long gone.
A memory that was never wrong.
Your eyes are shining in the dim light
And you're the only thing stopping me from taking flight.

I haven't seen you in ages,
Sometimes I wonder where you are.
It will always be yestday, the day
You danced away with my heart.

Silence comes swiftly
Smothering all in it's path.
Cold snow blankets you.

Between the silences that divide,
And those that conquer the souls of men,
Lay unwitnessed truths.
Parting only for a moment the sea yawns,
And draws a weary breath,
Giving way to the sunlight that bursts forth;
Like a cannon.

Here, upon the shores of some unfound land,
One ripe for the taming to human hands,
Rests the last free beasts.
Justifcation, salvation, mutilation.
Those are the steps of human dominance.
Though, be wary, what men call salvation
Is naught but the fettered chain around your neck.

Speak to me.
Speak to me.
Speak to me!

And all is silent.