Time moves freely
Time moves
slowly, forward and back
Capturing whatever
transpires
Frozen
moments, caught
Intricate
details emerge
The instant the shutter closes
Introspection,
happiness and sadness
Sitting quietly,
alone in the night
Tears flowing
freely or laughing out loud; wondering
Sometimes reflected
in dissolution
What might
have been?
What could
be; or, I got that right
Wrong turns and directions
Time slips
by knowing
One less
breath to take, tomorrow
Feelings cherished,
good and bad
Sometimes wrapped
in rippling chills
Can I write
another chapter?
Who will
read the book?
In the end,
hoping to pass along
With pen and
quill in hand
And maybe, just maybe
Capturing the essence of an instant
To read and feel






