Comments about Alan Brooke
One day, I believe, within my youth
I remember waking from a dreamless sleep
as if night had forgotten the brutal truth
as sea forgets demons in its deepest deep.
I still see that day as if my eyes
hung on for support for future pondering;
the loveliest scent, the shapeliest skies
that I've longed to redress in my wandering.
Every second I soaked, every sight I drained
and my pallet lapped at every fluttering taste
'til the sun hid its tears and stars remained,
my mind dragged along by times embrace.
And then, as a man, a second day ...