⛵️⛵️SINBAD⛵️⛵️

winds sniffed, the graves
of each sea identified,
Numbered stikk he ticked waves
Fumbling, toss of the head

Sinbad, your trips !
Diamonds clawed by vultures !
flying over defunct centuries
you need raw colors for new maps

Old friends folding up in strange places
new friend holding out hearts
bronze hearts iced in while lace
cold cups of kindness

choose your rock, sea mate, stay with it
lose your shadow, its of no use.
the rest bronze bird put you down,
tidier rhan house final

ashes and marred walls deface you.
where is the wind form,
sinbad, defining its own course
come of us never know home..