When it flys

When it flys
I flail wildly to grasp
To hold and contain
Its immaterial grace
The ethereal spectacle
Borne of compassion
Weaned on admiration
Obstinate Milk-teeth
Fall to soft memory bed
Claws with newborn delicacy
Hold fast for dear life
To hearts known to sorrow
More than delight
Enraptured by the reciprocal
Each recently discovered
Equating two to one
Embodied magnificently
Within this graceful
benign specter
I exert all to envelop
What is held already
Shared between two