Lost

To see a desert as many grains of sand
And hell as its wilted flowers
Hold emptyness in the palm of your hand
And seconds in your hours

See a budgie sing in its cage
And a wildfire scorch the earth
See a goldfish perish with age
And remember your mother’s birth

Think of a convict of the state
And a dog pulling at its chain
A neighbour closing another gate
And a feral cat hiding in a drain

See grains of sand blow in the wind
And return to the genesis of time
See plants touch the sun and then rescind
And hold the melancholy of a chime

See nature’s first green as gold
And all that is gold fade to green
See yourself as both young and old
And the life that might have been

Survey the lands where spirit is lost
Where dreams flowed within dreams
To see the palace of wisdom’s cost
And a time where nothing was as it seems

To see heaven in a grain of sand
And the desert in its flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in your hour.

About the poet/painter