Ephemeral

by Ida Cutler

In the quiet of the night
Sleepily, mulling
Over the day, a facet
Suddenly shines
A tiny moment
Bright as first love's
diamond.

I lovingly, tenderly
Encase it in words
Each contour true, preserved.
Think, in the morning I will write it down
So that I can taste it again
And again.

In the morning only the
Memory of the light
Remains. The jewel is gone,
Lost in the darkness
Of the night, like a frost crystal
In the sun.