A picture,
image frozen in time,
flash of a life moment, paralysed.
Passion stares, I can gaze forever
into that picture my eyes first met yours,
wondering constantly, really how you look,
knowing one image displays a breath of your book.
A person,
real life being
captured within a frame, judged.
Within any picture we see,
only one angle, moment perceived,
as this image to dream of real life,
to hold you close in my night's mind.
A dream,
a deep inner wish
pulled from a heart's desires, cherished.
An image imprinted in my mind,
to come alive--come to me
in my dreams, you are almost real
when a picture is the mother of many.