Mnemosyne
An evanescence of time , A flash of green here , And a splash of turquoise right about there; A glimpse of violet infused with an amethyst hue , A remnant of marine here , A wisp of azure and an Amaranthine gradient . "The lights are spectacular tonight" , whispered the girl: Eyes alight with the purest and holiest of colours ; Breath fogging , Cheeks flushed , And eyes blooming with the sheer effort of denying oneself of even a fraction of a second - Of drinking in that beauty , Of committing it to memory . Almost as if memorizing something never again to be seen , Never again to be chronicled in the memoir of time itself , As if those colours would never again be the same ; Infused a quantity of another that could never again be perfected : Coalescing into patterns never again to be etched into the fabric of the universe ; Never again to become or an entity as a whole- Never again to appear so singular as the moon ; a sojourner traveling by his lonesome. Perhaps it is true...