Fallen and Standing (dedicated to all those who fell and still stand on the 75 anniversary of D-Day!)

With faces turned to the sunrise on distant lands
A map of horror etched in faces and in the sands
Left, are just the few standing, of many who fell
Painted memories of closing eyes; a bloodied hell
Scars run deep, creviced from tears they shed
For their love, who now dreams in an infinite bed
Oh, the beaches that sparkle not of sand, but dust;
of stars in their thousands that never dim nor rust
Least we all forget, of their stories and of their toil
Of those who lay down to sleep in ocean and in soil