Wailing Wondering Wandering...

what a whirl of wonder this weary woman waits while whispering words of wisdom within her warmest wells. what words will wrestle her whole? with white walls washed with worries and wars. weeping where we want to wander. will this waste what we wish we were? when we worship without wonder? when we have the will to wail? we would only want what whims weakness without willpower of whistling worlds. when we wash with wise windows into willows and waterfalls. with weeping water we wait on our wild wings.