Soldiers Uniform (classic)

Saturday, January 13, 2007
Soldiers Uniform current mood: Deep Blue Solemn Grey
No uniform will ever tell the story or will ever live up to the glory of the man that wore it. Even though with each passing shadow, with each bug eaten hallow the uniform remains.
With each covering snow fall, with each passing summer the canvas gets slimmer, runs and mesh. Each cell falls with the leaves of autumn. Each atom washes away with the rains. Each hair passes with the rites of spring. Every bone begins to break with the heat of summer. Each seasonal aspect slowly dissipating ,dissolving and reuniting that unknown soldier and form with the very painter that once forged us all. That very earth only now to become again. Each and every swap of universal shared clay. With each passing breath of death now becoming life for another living canvas.
Now the uniform changes slightly, its shades deepen with the dew of time, of rain, of winter, o' fog of summer. Its passing is slower, its story still untold. Of that hero who held no medal or recognition. Who's passing is of clay, and now his uniform for a time remains.
Passing creatures crawl over with out recall, as it slumps against an old round stoned wall. With each passing fall the red and amber leaves canvas the uniform once deep dark union blue is now a southern greenish grey