An old story of how I used to be...hopefully not anymore...when it really matters...

In the Stray of Wispy Howlings

In the stray of wispy howlings cry your languid tune.
Share with us your fear of refuge - shelter hides your truth.
Hiding each, your dusk of mourning, give up -day has come.
Shadow all your senseless dreaming.
Hide from everyone.

Sweep up innocence of day.
Put on your business suit
And never shall your actions sway,
Your title never moved.

In the stray of wispy howlings forgetting all you mean,
Your fear to share with us your voice is shared in just your dream.
Deep in your intrepid longings, reach now what you must
For light shall rise and day shall follow to leave behind your lust.

Never frowning, never sad,
Go on about your day
But never serving with your face
all things you'd like to say.