Don’t wait to wow

As if in pouring rain,
You cry drenched in pain.
Every sphere
And every tear
Containing a prayer,
Glistening with the hope you’ll find
The will to confide
In yourself.

The streams trace
The lines in your face
Then fall from the thin of your chin
Like rivers emptying into space.

And your head –
The one that once spun straight as a top –
Now bangs about like a lopsided laundry load
Trying to find
Equalibrium
In cranium
Again.

I say
Let it rock and roll,
Let your head shake your soul!

What matters most
Is your angry ghost –
The one who hides behind your eyes
Dormant like a shadow in darkness,
Waiting for the light of death
To be set free.

Do now all the things you want to do after you die!
Don’t wait to wow.
Do them now!

For Heaven is a place to laze
And to gaze with rays of wisdom,
To shine on those in the stomping grounds of your mortal plane
And to guide the living not to live like the dead.