A name could not hold, all that you are
A vastness that reaches, to infinity and afar.
I feel you inching, ever the more
Coming closer to me, than dared before.
I recall the words, which produced my gloat
And still they remain, among all I’ve wrote:
“To see the world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.”
One hundred and fifty years of a forgotten age
Have I sat still waiting, inside of my cage.
From among stars, up above and high
You gaze down upon me, bemused and sly.
The hour has passed, infinity arrived,
Eternity was lost, and the sun survived.
Of the many and little and all that I know,
The light of your remembrance, still keeps me aglow.
I know your name, I have no fear
Inside of my heart, I feel you near.
Black meadows of a darkened hue
Brightens whenever I think of you
