Lost and Gone

When it is lost it is gone…

Oh, but that is clear.

The losing is another matter. 

As we lose we still see it as a possibility;

It is still in our hands.

                              It is in our vision…

As it slips away.

 

And where is the horizon?

Where is that line?

               The one that it crosses and disappears?

                                             And it never comes back.

And our fingers…

               How can we control them to hold,

                              And not squeeze,

                                             And not part,

                                                            And not lose…

That gem we have in the palm of our minds eye…