A Series of Moments

 

A series of moments

Slips through my hands

Life's more elusive

Than fine grains of sand


If I could just capture

Each moment in glass

I'd take out and savor

The jewels from my past


The call of the dove

In the glow of first light

The screech of the owl

At the falling of night


But I'm no magician

And moments don't last

A series of moments

Is all that I have


A series of moments

Eluding my grasp

 

Martha Maria, May 10, 2012

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