Disarrayed Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

You took my hand and I mistook you for
A guide; in sooth you said, 'Just let it glide,
Who cares what fortune hides for us in store,
But trust and soar, and bid your mind aside.'
'So long, ' I said, then cast one lingered look,
And waited for a more horizon clear;
How glad I am, I never did unhook
My soul, for you and some chimera blear.
I guess because it's not just yet too late:
I can let go of hapless harm undone;
Insane to think, 'The missing link await! '
Such things for meekness e'en are earned not won.
A while ago I minding was my own,
Then was at random in confusion thrown!