Lost One

Lost One

When you’re inspired it’s communion

You feel the link as a great union

There’s no time but only thought and deed

There’s but one emotion, praying as a creed

I laugh with crying because that’s when the angels touch

They whisper words and music and I feel so much

I suffer with my soul often in shreds

I recover the pieces and I’m renewed as if wed

Wednesday’s Child is the poet, singer, musician; artiste

It’s a given because how else can anyone reach the street

I must know sadness and loneliness and be absolutely low

I have to understand how to hit my bedrock and take life’s blows

Then to rise and be one of the scarred with pride

Always the desire for eternal romantic love to ride

The highway that I see yet never can touch

I look at all the others that never known my side for happiness is their couch