Minor sounds filtering through the night, rapidly finding
their way into intellect, hovering, giving a mystique
that finds it's way brilliantly into spaces effervescently
lighting this mind.
Quiet, silent, penetrating, following beats into another
universe, tantalizing and enjoying staccato energy coming
from within the essence of my being, steady, never fading,
moving forward without missing a single beat.
Throughout this wonderful night, honoring our Vets fully,
stars and stripes on our minds, touching pride and our
appreciation for each of them, taking steps rhythmically
into the twilight, protecting and generating minor chords
of delight while honoring our Vets tonight.
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