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