It was here, in our grasp
We could see it, feel it, touch it
Something steadfast and solid
Reassuring and comforting
A constant, a given
Something infinite and immeasurable
We had it all in our hands
A living breathing thing
That we gave life
Our own creation, our new entity
But we let it escape from our grasp
Slowly slipping through our fingers
Though we tried to recapture it
It was illusive, like trying to net smoke
It evaded our efforts
So now it's gone and nothing remains,
Of that entity that was us
Nothing tangible, nothing physical
Only memories remain

Comments
Beeme | August 14, 2009 - 22:55
Another beautiful poem, Biggus.
I really enjoyed these lines;
'We had it all in our hands
A living breathing thing
That we gave life'
'Something steadfast and solid
Reassuring and comforting
A constant, a given
Something infinite and immeasurable'
Beeme xx
Biggus | August 15, 2009 - 10:01
Thank you so much Beeme you are most kind
Paul