A family I knew in Aurora had 4 boys. I did not keep in touch after our move and the boys grew up as boys will do.
Then another friend wrote last week and said the next to oldest boy had been killed in Iraq. An elegant poem ran through my mind. With the poem and an old song in mind I Painted this.
I could not find the poem again so I paraphrased it using what I recalled. I did recall the author.

She:
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scar?


He:
Seek not my mournful heart dear love
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by your mournful sighs.
A symbol of such silent pain.

I'm buried 'neath a meadow far,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
I'm lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease your quiet fright.

No gentle love, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

borrowed from Kit McCallum