All beauty dies unless it’s captured at its peak
and, in the ways of man, then made immortal.
It can’t be grasped and held within the hand.
Beauty only truly lives unstainèd in the mind.
And even then all minds die too,
and leave the beauty that once was behind –
the stuff of legend,
bequeathed to those who fashion it
to suit new purpose.
© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
On the transitory nature of all things.