Impermanence

 

Maybe art, poetry, beauty is like blowing desert sands

Changing, shifting, impermanent as it sifts through our hands

To be appreciated in the moment captured of our minds eye

Before it shifts, decays or blows away, like a whispered sigh

Can beauty, like the vitality of life, be preserved forever

Or is it a mirage, that eventually disappears into never

Beauty that transcends centuries is captured in a moment

In history, and in legacy of thought that others must foment

We are invited to keep alive the classics in style and art

Yet every day the sands shift as new artists do their part

In being winds of change, shining light on yours and mine

Capturing and imaging thought, feelings, a moment in time

No matter the legacy we seek, no matter the image of today

Impermanence will reign, like the girl with a balloon flying away