The Lost Realist

In my hands I held a moment,
Too beautiful to let go,
Imbuing me in its color,
Fighting time’s flow.

But who can stop the march of time?
Stop in mid-flight a moment sublime?

I opened my palms and it flew,
Fluttered its wings like a butterfly,
And a million colors exploded,
Refulgent sparks of beauty…

A sanguine red here,
An azure blue there,
An austere white,
Mixed in the darkest black.

And then more moments flew in,
One, two, a thousand more,
And there I stood watching, agape,
The dance of moments, the dance of life.

The million colors of this world,
Blending into each other endlessly,
Dancing like children, for no reason,
Laughing, Crying, Loving passionately.

I looked at my small palms and laughed -
Let it all fly, let the moments go free,
Heaven is right in front of you,
Open your palms, and for yourself see.

Inspired by a beautiful October sunset.