There were words
For specific light
Sound
And the surfaces
Reflecting them

We played all day
With phrases
Syntax
And the minds
Reading

We caught a glimpse of ourselves
In the reflections and
Although
We were scared to death
We could not turn away

In sleep
The words come out to
Play

We made magic
With imagined sounds
Meaning
We did not fully understand
Yet felt

The soldier returns from
The nightmare
Wounded

Within the games
Sometimes the heart
Healed
Can love
Life again

-- Tom Rubenoff