Lost And Found Poem by Mervyn Graham

In the quiet chambers of the soul's unrest,
Where shadows waltz with memories lost,
There, in the depths where dreams invest,
A heart weeps for what it counts, the cost.

Through tear-stained nights, it mourns the gone,
The cherished moments, our love untwined.
Yet in the midst of sorrow's mournful song,
A whisper rises, be gentle, be kind.

For while the heart may ache and yearn,
The spirit soars on the wind unbound,
In every corner where new dreams turn,
There, in the found, its laughter resounds.

In every sunrise, in every bloom,
In every smile that breaks into view,
The spirit dances, free from gloom,
Embracing each moment, our spirit renewed,

So let the heart weep for what is lost,
In those tears, seeds of happiness can be sown.
And let the spirit, at no extra cost,
Find joy in what is found, its laughter known.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)