Protection

How do I capture a fleeting moment, If in the moment I don’t know it will slip away? A memory that will slither out of my mind, turning from color to gray. How do I hold with tight grasp an intangible otherworldly bestowment? I ponder the woes of letting the good days go, And clench my eyes with determined tenacity, Willing my muscles to remember her vivacity. Oh, how I do sometimes wish I had a camera whilst the memory still glows. But if I contemplate long enough, And will my mind to free itself of the mysterious Father Time, Perhaps each second can be protected. Each bouncing laugh will no longer be given up. For with each passing rhyme I open my mind, And instead of a camera I protect my moments solely with my introspect.