The War Behind Our Eyes Poem by Phillip Erb

Just the other day for the first time
In a roundabout one million years drifting
She set her bottomless brown eyes on me
And said, 'Hey man... What's up? ' as the
Chains bound to my heart of souls began to
Melt as I was swept away in love's current
Rushing waywardly with unforeseen destiny
Through the narrow crevices, down the
Mountainside roaring with the full force
Of life and death; fate without a destiny
The rocks that line our beds are surely
What gives truth, meaning and beauty to our
Watery songs that we sing with watery eyes;
Under her moon I've made my bed, and
Under her sun my fire's rekindled; I'm alive
Then she says we're killing each other, and
The pause before she can say she loves me,
Makes my soul of souls scream; we're in war
With devils of distance, yet no history, or
Curses will win this time around the wheel