Encouraging the Lost

Encouraging the Lost

The sun was dark and gloomy,
and the clouds so wet and droopy.
Sort of a gray nothing day-
when you’re not quite wanting to play.
But your insides too akin to electrocuted static
to settle.  A big ball of unwrought havoc
is what you are on this toe stubbing noon.
And all you want is to be hummed like a tune.
Somewhere between the inside and outside-
you forgot to ride that sundripped tide.
And your feet are toe touching,
while your brain is negative thought munching.
So instead of whiling away the hazy maze-
to your very inside heart, turn your gaze.
Beyond the tangly and twisty turns,
where still lifes and live feeds burn,
into the itty bitty piece of young you.
And touch the hand of love good and true.
Just remember to hold my soul strings,
so that we might swirly whirl and fling
ourselves into the evermore of future seconds-
faithfully, devotedly and truly reckoned.

MCW