Camera
I am small but hold the world
My lens have captured time
And memories like fireflies
Smiling faces long past
Scenes that bring tears
I am the real artist
For I do not capture illusion
I see the reality
Of the bright blues
Mixed with blacks in a storm
Of the cracks behind
That painted expression
Rediscovered in a box
Hidden by a blanket of dust
I’ll be your time machine
To revisit “remember whens”
And maybe you’ll take me out
Into the world I’ve missed
To create new ones