It was never meant to be permanent

There’s a dancing light colouring the sky,

its crayon lining cosmetics

an eye liner eye-grabber

beyond the prisming rain.

It fades as the snappers dilute it

with their camera-phones -

the paraphernalia of instants.

It was never meant

to be permanent,

but now lies captured

and repeated at whims

on screens.

The beauty stays in that moment -    

the conversation of eye and sky    

the penetration of light    

and the intimacy   

of seeing.