Little Child Lost from my book titled - Volume I

Hello readers,

  here is a poem from my book titled - Volume I .  I hope you like it! If so please leave a review! 

                                              - just One Opinion

Little Child Lost  

By Francine Olivier Wilson

Tall and strong and timbers brown;

Sails unfurled and prow that pounds.

Produced of timbers proud and rare;

of the darkest forest, anywhere.

Made to walk the plank with you;

Above the waters dark in hue.

Uplift us both then drop us there;

The darkest waters do not care.

Disoriented and askew

I grab the rail and hang on to

That darkest ship with eyes of blue.

On voyage to where I know not to.

An eastern wind on us bestows;

A tiny one with hair of gold.

One hair of darkest brown doth show;

To chart our voyage yet unknown.

I will catch the wind you see;

I will do my best for thee!

I’ll steer thee clear of rocks that be

Disguised below that darkest sea.

But ships of darkest wood do plot;

With dreaded thoughts and beams that rot.

They toss around and batter we;

Blinded by that darkest sea.

My fabric torn, no longer white;

Will guide us now through rain and plight.

Our ship was sunken without care;

By the darkest waters anywhere.

I will keep us warm and dry;

against darkest seas and tongues that lie.

Though truth is hardest now to hear;

Of sunken ships and sails that tear.

That ship in sinking transgressed against we;

It’s beams and sails afloat I see.

They choke us still upon the sand;

On beaches now unknown to man.

I will build my ship of beams

Who have no rot and sails that seem

To catch the wind and take us far;

From lies he spins to trap and mare!

Decisions made upon this night;

Are products of that sinking night.

Two abandoned, left in fear;

One resenting one who cared.

But care and truth go hand in hand;

Only can you with them stand.

Eyes that look but cannot see;

Little child lost to me.

            © 2016 Francine Olivier Wilson,  "All Rights Reserved"