I
Thankful to be off the street
Frank boards the
South bound 49
and swiftly takes a seat.
Icy
Chaos
Drenching sleet spits fervently,
elicits less than tactical retreat.
Midst the sullen company
Frank rests.
The tramline's cold steel chorus
rings beneath his feet.
II
Gwen spots the
approaching 49
In less than no time
she'll be on the Southern line.
Barely dry.
This shelter offers scant relief
so dank the wind and rain
that chills her spine.
Glaced.
The floating residues abound
numbing her lips and fingertips
despite decline.
III
Softly yields the moonlit sky
of silver cast illume
which courts the moments passing by.
Motionless,
translucent clouds
in spectral accolade entice
willing all to comply.
Picturesque
Such stimuli
afforded to the passengers
at least now warm and dry.
IV
Silent.
Seated.
Taut with rage,
yet who's to know
this martyr's book
turns to its final page?
Only those that worship
one the same
will understand
the measure soon to be displayed.
Life and limb will fly
into an age
when Eli 's fortitude
emerges from its cage.
V
Stolen moments
yearn discreet.
Each minute yields an hour.
Every second
lasts a treat.
Bound aboard the 49
the air hangs thick with purpose,
each their own with plans to meet.
Love retains sad solace,
obsolete,
cast midst the ruins of
humanity's defeat.
Thankful to be off the street
Frank boards the
South bound 49
and swiftly takes a seat.
Icy
Chaos
Drenching sleet spits fervently,
elicits less than tactical retreat.
Midst the sullen company
Frank rests.
The tramline's cold steel chorus
rings beneath his feet.
II
Gwen spots the
approaching 49
In less than no time
she'll be on the Southern line.
Barely dry.
This shelter offers scant relief
so dank the wind and rain
that chills her spine.
Glaced.
The floating residues abound
numbing her lips and fingertips
despite decline.
III
Softly yields the moonlit sky
of silver cast illume
which courts the moments passing by.
Motionless,
translucent clouds
in spectral accolade entice
willing all to comply.
Picturesque
Such stimuli
afforded to the passengers
at least now warm and dry.
IV
Silent.
Seated.
Taut with rage,
yet who's to know
this martyr's book
turns to its final page?
Only those that worship
one the same
will understand
the measure soon to be displayed.
Life and limb will fly
into an age
when Eli 's fortitude
emerges from its cage.
V
Stolen moments
yearn discreet.
Each minute yields an hour.
Every second
lasts a treat.
Bound aboard the 49
the air hangs thick with purpose,
each their own with plans to meet.
Love retains sad solace,
obsolete,
cast midst the ruins of
humanity's defeat.
