We have a conundrum,
A puzzling picture,
Broke up and broke down,
Into an elixir.
The Pieces can form sum
When mixed up like weather,
But back in their place,
Look confusing together.

We buried our treasure
To let it mature;
Then away,
We set sail
To a far away shore.

Sure enough
We got there,
And the thoughts we prepared,
For to share,
Wore away
On the battled sea fare.

Are we stuck in this place
Rattled bones,
Tattered face,
With a trace of our sum
When we started this race?

One day, know the weather
Will bring us all back,
With the treasure we’ve gained
As we journeyed our trek.
And the pleasure much greater
Though at present we fret.
It will all come around
In the end.
Keep your Faith in respect.

Wake up
And find
The construct of mind
Designed over time
To pursue the right hue
of the Sky’s Brilliant Blue
Where Trust, Loyalty,
Wisdom and Confidence
Ring True.
Embrace your Divine
With a Blue frame of Mind.

-Kurtis Lunz