“ Astray ” ~ in pro tem way ~

 

Without I stray

From held entomb,

Said salutary stay,

I can but seek

Echoes of roam,

Thus to attempt

A nomad bent,

Steers me astray

In pro tem way,

Till time runs out

Of freed to roam! 

 

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“ A Road ” ~ that has a home ~

 

I’ve roamed

Far beyond Rome,

And in between

Sites that did mean

Recall one day,

What must be seen

To find their way

In minds held keen,

That musings stay

To hold the memory

Of insistent places,

Where one still hears

Echoes of the faceless,

In a world of tears

Where life soon passes,

With utter indifference

To their relentless fears…

 

The while I roam

Roads I have known,

Yet find them looking

For a road that has a home!

 

“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!

 

“ Limbo’s Darkness ” ~ in your mind ~

 

I reached for you

Yet somehow knew

I’d touch shadows,

I voiced your name,

To hear but echoes

Sounding awash

And doleful lame,

I looked to find

Cold had replaced

A familiar warmth,

And when wake

Would feel you be

There by my side,

Not in a limbo’s tide…

 

As I await

For your escape

I see a tearful face,                                        

Among the shadows                                                                                

Of a limboed place,

Thus beg for  morrow

That you be guided

To the end of sorrow,                                                                      

Ne’er more to find

Lives in your mind,

The dark of limbo!