Sing of the sweet urge to capture beauty,
Endeavoring to pluck it from the stream.
Vivid though the moment might appear,
Embrace it and it is no longer here,
No less remote than a remembered dream.
The artist, though, creates a lasting copy.
Years pass, and yet the grace retains its gleam.
Each work of art gives form to a perception,
Imitating what the artist sees,
Granting lasting life to a conception,
Having caught the moment as it flees,
Then framed it to fence off its finities.