black crust

pricked promises that promoted a dream of prudent practices,
and tumbling down the hall,
went writings of a worn down wisecrack,
and finally shut down the garden of retorts,
simply sealing the lips,
for a moment of breath.

time ebbs away,
blink and return to the stage,
forgotten is castaway,
legacy is a platinum adage,
brief yet frequent blinks are a must,
simply burning way leaves a black crust.

gift

 whistling water waves by the wavering grass,
as a hand looks out from the boat,
hoping to wave a greeting,
at a friend,
soon raindrops kiss the river,
and she puts her hand down,
but wait,
a umbrella runs through the field,
towards the water,
and finally letting it go,
waves to complete the moment,
as both smile to the same tune of a love,
that was wrapped in friendship,
as an unopened gift.