There is no way to capture beauty so
That beauty will remain vivid and fresh.
When we have grasped her then her colours fade.
The butterfly awing and one laid low
Are not the same, some essence slips the mesh.
We hold the substance but the life’s gainsaid.
What we possess has lost that inner glow
That made it worth possessing; thus the flesh
Kills when it satisfaction finds, the blade
Dissects and finds no reason for the throe.
What is ineffable will ne’er submit
To cage of words, and clear night’s starry beach
Enchantment breathes because ‘tis out of reach.
Safely beyond our greed doth beauty sit !
Weekly Times 15.7.60