ephemeros

the mind fails; the heart forgets.
memory fades.

that is why beauty,
in its shape-shifting uniqueness,
must be chased and cornered and captured at the crossroads of circumstance and coincidence
at first chance...







because the first chance may be the only chance.

and though what is held captive is but a shadow of beauty,
an echo of perfection,
it will linger—
like the words and melody of a song last heard—
not forever, perhaps,
but longer than morning mist and memory.

(captured 13mar08 at 5:43, 5:52, 5:58, 6:06, 6:11; and 5:44)
(epiphany 17mar08)