It only lives in the memory,
of the camera and mine.
It was wonderful,beautiful,
still ,it is not mine.
It remains in my memory,
but soon shall fade,
but in reality,it will
live till time's stay.
the suns rays,
a water way,
a view, when going by,
in times thoughts it lies.
On the horizon,
from the other and to it,
it comes and goes,
as illusion rows.
A few seconds,
time is constant ,yet
not constant,
live on light.
