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
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
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