OK, I photograph weddings at City Hall
Done thousands, pays the bills in so many ways
The smiles are so genuine
It's a happy place

I got all kinds of rates for your pocketbook
Hey, you gotta have at least one picture for the memory book
But how about the one I didn't take?
That was the one on my wedding day

She was sitting on a bench at the Marriage Bureau
I asked her if she needed a picture on that special day
She replied, "I'm not getting married, no way"
I gave her my card, just in case

This is a true story, I kid you not
We got together, we tied the knot
Thus, this is a holy place
Holy moley, wholly great
Where true love congregates every day
Just ask me, you know what I'll say

We are immersed
In this river growing
by the Nano second
as our brain drinks in
the pixels and photons.
Or   flows past us,
Lost in this river
of enlightenment,
or drowned if we
have not learned to swim.

The perfect excuse
To ask everyone you know
If you can shoot them

Sprung to the road
                   Had coffee in the moonlight

Her, photographing,
                              The strap pulling her hair in an exquisite way
                              On her knees like a tiny elf
                              Illuminated by yellow street candles,

It was a summer night and the wind was gentle.

It was an odd night
                 In the odd same city as always
                             Oddly comfortable.

The coffee left a bitter taste

Yet the car drove us sweet and joyful
                    Through the yellow painted night.

it is all but
Lovers
whose smile extended to their ears
indulging the moment. it
is just light afterall
reflecting the minuest
of ****** expressions
suspended and trapped
on sheets of film. thus
to create illusions of eternity
light must be held captive -
a victim
by flashes
lasting
a heartbeat.

it is none
but a failed attempt
of a millisecond
to preserve

Love.