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.