You’re apparent as the air,
Necessary and everywhere,
And like everything you share,
A possession that can’t be held.
What you give may be enough,
Your eyes are open, your hands are cupped,
And everything you’ve given up
Just possessions that can’t be held.
Beautiful blue bottles of night,
Covered mirrors in candlelight,
You put everything out of sight
Like possessions that can’t be held.
Take what I believe
From what I’ve known,
Take what I need
From what I don’t,
Take everything I own
But those possessions that can’t be held.
For every secret, one is told.
For every word in trust, one is sold.
For every thing we tried to hold,
There’s a possession that can’t be held.
Conch (Study), inkwash