Twilight,
carried away in the middle of the night,
carried away by the river,
the river that flows to the sea,
and then across the sea by boat,
under starry skies as you sit anxiously and thoughtfully,
after having left your troubles behind,
you sit and contemplate your relatives,
and your friends who have died,
and as you look up to the starry skies, with mixed emotions,
and some happiness reflected in your eyes,
and with your heart sometimes joyous in the light,
the moonlight upon your face,
as you flee your country to who knows where,
from a civil war that has decimated your home country,
your home country now filled with war,
bloodshed, tragedy and tears,
your country a once happy place,
a country now sadly a place filled with fear,
a country whose shores disappear from view rapidly,
a country that will never be the same,
a place filled with horrific memories for you,
and without your friends and family who have lost lives,
and who are sadly no more,
and soon there will be others,
who will join them in their graves,
as you, you sit upon the boat in the moonlight,
worried, anxious, nervous,
frightened, and sometimes joyous and sad,
headed to who knows where,
but glad to be distancing yourself,
from the insanity and the horrors of war,
with feelings of guilt and remorse,
that you could have not helped rescue more people,
and not saved more lives, but still, you are glad to be free,
and hopefully free and able to live in peace forevermore.
