Thirtynine Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

I sing the unsung number...for you...
alongside your brothers...
we will disband when horrors cease...
we will know the headiness of running, leaping for the joy of it...
we shall retain a vigilance to the scents on the wind...
....and include those of peace...
other intriguing fragrances...
we'll hear all, sensing, knowing that love prevails...
we'll lap from a bowl of the water of forgiveness...
do I dream? ...did you? do you?