"Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked." ~Ralph Ellison
I held her once my fickle friend before she had to flee
It seemed a mere moment that I could never seize
The only grasp I could hope to hold would never suffice
For beauty is a wayward kind that leaves before goodbyes
The only way to capture her and keep her in one place
Is a snapshot or paint and canvas held within a picture frame.