Sometimes the most beautiful things can only be seen at the most unutterable times

Like the kindling blue moon at 5 a.m.

or the colors of sundown before it falls behind the peaks 

 Like the infrequent dimple that only appears upon a good night 

or the soft affection rarely unveiled by her modesty  

Like the unintentional sentence rendered by the soul

or the actions that one word can determine

Oh how they appear on such a moment

so quickly and swiftly 

that if you close your mind for even a moment

you may lose a extraordinary memory