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