I spend days contemplating
Life in these little pictures,
From fragments fashioned
With my imagination.

I see the many crows feet
Around brown eyes,
And the shiny lights
Of gushing malls.
They capture focus,
Yet I wish for more,
More of this silence.

The sights,
the unheard sounds,
And the quiet trees.
Captured only in black and white.

I dream as if in deep sleep,
Of those moments
In wonder.
The sights, the sounds,
And the muttering trees.

But this moment is forever,
Here set in stone,
A pithy memory,
Written many times over,
Selective, happy.