Fleeting Moments
I. H. Lee

When every moment of happiness is fleeting,
what can we do to make it last forever?

With the wind, your heart learns to fly
Yet as quickly as it brushed your face,
painting a smile
So to will the wind leave you
Solitary and still

You run after happiness
But the wind you can never catch
nor hold in your hands

All you can do is stretch out your arms
on those fleeting moments when the gust blows
and embrace the fleeting seconds
when your heart takes flight.


When every moment of happiness is fleeting? What can I do to make it last forever?