The Crimson Sun Poem by David Lacey

The crimson sun has lost his way
Beyond the oceans blue and grey
In green hope he has found
A new life upon the ground

I watch you drip so slowly
I wish you would never dry
Catch a moments gesture
Hold the tears from your eyes

You can hold for all time
Five forms and nothing more
Each in essense secrets casting
Unlock the silent door

I must find myself to loose myself
In the chaos of loosing and finding
Acrylic surface hides our soul
Wooden birth and painted whole