The Photograph

There is a moment, when time stands still.
It is the moment when you and your kindred spirit stand tranquil,
Gently supporting each other.
When you see the creation of your souls combined,
Twinkling toes and actions sublime
and oh what thoughts and words flow from their beautiful minds.

All is faded back
Except for those in the photograph.
This image can not be torn nor fade,
For it is in the safest place for which it may stay
In your heart and mind to keep.

But then another image comes and cuts deep,
It is the image of a Mother and a Father,
Which time has aged as no other.
For you see a future and feel what has passed
and know that the images taken by the mind are what makes magic last.

By Reva Carpenter