If I could hold the fragrance of a rose
and make it last, I would. But I cannot
as I cannot hold the music that flows
and calms the sorrows of my human lot.
How glorious are the sunbeams that throw
golden rings around dandelion puffs
yet neither light nor puff wishes to stay
soon one fades while the other sails away.
One moment, I am as I am, then I
am not. Changes happen though I sit still -
in ways small or great in the blink of an eye
Is there a place into which the hours spill
as rivers spill to the seas; where I can fly
and relive the sweet moments at my will.
Yet when remembrance brings all back to fore
I see how endings are also a favor.
DVerse Poets’ FOrm For All – Ottava Rima