Warriors Of Light Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Smoke from winter chimneys
Her hair with innocent snow
We are the young old idealists
The gap between the stars

Faith refreshes the empty faces
When you can’t make things better
With draw, get out, move on
Don’t play a losing game

Your refuge is spiritual
Your arms are more than pleasure
Music is strength
Kisses filled with courage

Artist hands touch my forlorn canvass
She melts my despair by Holy Fire
Moon rises like a lit church
She says, hope is sacred”

Eternity passes through today
The black castle cries like a panther
No candles in the window
The enemy abides with ghosts

Scarlett vase with her perfume
Crossbow on the wall
We are the day with strong swords
Flight like a arrow of light

My shield covered in her lingerie