Waiting

Weary warrior of sinking eyes, the vision
disappears, fleeing
on the ship of buoyant fears. Talkative
times of floating tirades wish
for quiet
mornings, egging on abysmal pride.
When those walks
wishappear they whisper
w's, threaten
th's, and remind
dr's. To let, to let, to
let them sleep on
            sinking
sips, to let
them to let long
whiles
to wake to morning full
of walks bereft
of
stains
on the wall,
chipping paint, singing
lullabies.:
Weary             warriors
with sinking eyes, too early
for hopeful cries.

vocation

Waiting within, the garlands
across the door ride along
the wind, paste memories upon
passing windows
of red
and white
and multi-
coloured facades
with suites of chance travels. Without,
the bumpy, unbroken
roads
of commitment cemented in asphalt patches
towards dusty-red highway
stops
.
Herein, stumbling
murmurs
of fading voicesswarmsmobs often
finding

vacation

in lucid
walks (walls) that gingerly add to dire attempts
to recover now ancient
trinkets of past
times
meaningfully using perished words of
red
and
white
and
multi-
coloured
facades of suites of meant-to-be
destinations.