The Door, The Tree, The Smile (One Of My First Poems) Poem by Nisho Olme

There once was a soldier,
There once was a lass,
There once was a girl with a heart made of glass.
Along came a bullet,
Along came a knife,
Along came a dornick to add to the strife.
They leave him to die,
He leaves her to lay,
She sleeps and will never wake up from the day.
The memories are gone,
The terror recedes,
The glass heart is broken, it breaks and it bleeds.
He'll never return home,
She'll never stop shaking,
It's her who is tormented; her heart that's breaking.
He's mourned in his coffin,
She's searching for sheep,
She still will be restless, though eternal the sleep.
He walks through that door,
He's trod through his end,
The silence is still so his fate can transcend.
She's wandered through valleys,
She boast's no true glee,
She's found her lost lover asleep near the tree.
The rock is free falling,
It breaks through the night,
It's only a pebble. so she smiles with delight.