Tiffany's "Moments" begins with a simple frustration: cameras never quite capture what the eye sees. The speaker wishes a photo could hold the full beauty of a moment, including the stars and moon she watches while lying on the ground, so that anyone looking at it would feel what she felt. That wish soon turns personal. She wants her camera to catch every moment she spends talking to someone she loves, and she imagines that person bringing her dead roses back to bloom, which suggests they have a way of renewing her.
Then the tone softens into acceptance. Wishes, she says, are things people want but mostly don't get. The ending lifts the poem again. She loves nature, but she loves "you" even more, and the last lines, spaced one word at a time, stretch out as if the beauty is widening. The mood is tender, wistful, and quietly hopeful.