If we wish to enjoy lasting beauty, then we must find beauty in continual change.
As grains framed the gem in glass,
flowing mirror shattered by golden rays,
I saw, reflected, what time sees pass
hands between tic to toc beauty away;
nothing here is here to stay, thus I
left stone to shore and another day.
Fantastic write, carmalain:)
Still swimming along with the poetry challenge. But things are a little bare these days on steemit. Love to have some more eyes on my blog. Stop on in, if you have a moment:)