The Last Revelation

To see a world in a grain of sand
   

  

And heaven in a wild flower
   

   

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
   

   

And eternity in an  hour

   
  

- William Blake

The Field

   

There was a field in my old town 

Where we always played hand in hand 

The wind was gently 
touching the grass 

We were so young, so fearless

Then I dreamt over and over 

Of you holding me 
tight under the stars 

I made a promise 
to my dear lord 

I will love you forever

Time has passed 

So much has changed 

But the field remains in my heart 

Where are you? 

I need to tell you
 I still love you 

So I reach out for you 

You fly around me like a butterfly
   

Your voice still echoes 
in my heart 

You are my true love

There was a field in my old town 

Where in spring all flowers blossomed wide 

We were chasing butterflies 

Hand in hand 'til close of day 
   

Your voice still echoes in my heart

Absent

No man, for any considerable period 

can wear one face to himself 

and another to the multitude

 without finally getting bewildered 

as to which may be the true