Sunday, November 4, 2012

Photoshop

Collected frames we've rearranged
for stories tell their placing
Memories made as truths conveyed
are played as hearts go chasing
Little known the moments gone
pass still like fireflies fading
Time to age and turn the page
on dreams and tireless waiting
Made to twirl though hearts unfurl
in furied expectation
Fury fade and serenade
a glaring complication
The pass of time as he designed
knows not to slow or quicken
we only own these seconds gone
through memories we're reliving
Muse still made as strengths conveyed
those freeze frames just remind
Collected frames we've rearranged
in albums of the mind


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