Shimmering white angel <br />dust and honey <br />flow on me <br /> <br />like a shower of lilac <br />in the fragrant dawn <br />and cool mist <br /> <br />while waiting for you. <br /> <br />The beauty is remembering <br />our existance. You have <br />come to me one by one <br /> <br />as brave knights, <br />gleaming swords of <br />clasping hands untainted. <br /> <br />Your habit defies <br />dirt and stinking corpses <br />and loathing days and <br /> <br />nights. It glories in the <br />pouring of rain and the blood <br />of a dutiful battlefield, <br /> <br />The brave knight is <br />You <br />Kneeling for peace.<br /><br />rosalinda flores martinez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brave-knight/
