A Lost Moment

Summer days stretch on and on
Like the sun drifting across the blue sky.
They are filled with laugher and boat trips
Blue lakes and campfires.
But these days also pass by quickly 
And the sun must sink below the craggy, pine tree rimmed mountains
Part of a beautiful sunset
Yet gone before we know it.

Sometimes I find myself in a moment
A small one in the ticking clock of time
But I'll remember it.
I stop 
And think 
How sweet it is, as my Gamp always says.
When I am bored from the monotonous repetition of life
Enveloped in a dark winter with a silencing blanket of snow
I'll wish to be here.
This moment is so precious
I want to stay here forever
Yet know I'll never return to it again
No matter how many summers lie ahead of me. 

It's somewhat melancholy
When I dive into the cool water
And in my blue underwater world
Everything slows down.
This moment is one of the waves blown by the wind
Individually beautiful
But it slips underwater and disappears
Flowing and weaving back into the lake
Lost in the waves of time.
I swim to the surface
Once again exposed to a world of light and air
A world of loudness and movement
And the moment is forgotten.

Another moment I'll wish to return to
I'll wish I was more grateful to be there
But alas, a perfect, lost moment of the summer.