Keesler

I belong with order, by concrete walls,
I belong by the fortress’ waters.
On the airfields of the steel birds,
In the lush, weeping jungles.

The southern nights lit by the runway,
a sort of content is palpable.
The officer writing his daily,
something about that is respectable.

This is my home.
Where my heart lies has no contest.
By the steel birds of invention,
where thy be greeted by a solute.

I grew up here for short,
but there be a bond like none I've felt.
This is my domain- my sanctum.
Of which cannot be tainted.

Heaven on Earth lie here by God,
blessed with a love for the ordered.
Powerful but light,
Commanding but soft--

I, at heart, belong here.
By the brick, mortar and concrete-
somehow contrasted by the scenes of content,
swaying jungles and sands beneath~

A feeling I take on,
as feeling truly myself.
An eagle, perhaps, inside the.
Only detected by this content.

I long to go back--
I groan for the familiar,
and so I patiently wait to return.

Return to my nest of Keesler.