Behind the lens

Some days 

I am the flower laying on the bed besides the graveyard. 

Sometimes

I am the crow sitting on the willow tree seeking refuge from the sun

Maybe

I am that smile you capture on the bumper cars at the carnival

Waking up

To my early rising from your veranda in Italy

Gazing

At my twinkling in the dark skies back home

Capturing

The moments we shared together across the globe

Remembering 

The eye behind that lens that sees me for my beauty no matter who or what I may be

So next time you stop by your grandmothers grave and admire the flowers she loved, know that you've captured her heart.  

Next time you visit the willow tree where you played in the southern heat as a little girl, you'll know that the tree will always be waiting for you to come back home so it can shelter you from the scorching sun. 

When you see a boy smile at the carnival know that he may be your one true love but you'll find that out only years later. 

Know that watching the sun rise through your Italian villa is one of the many luxuries you'll experience in this amazing life.

Remembering the stars waiting on top of your roof for you to come look at them after dinner every night.

I might not exist but I see the beauty in you as you've captured the beauty in so many things that you believed to be beautiful. 

You behind the lens, i'm captured by your camera, thank you sweetheart. 

Author's Note

just a quick poem about something I was thinking of before bed tonight

Reviews

[ms. barrie]

Brilliantly penned poem, enriched unique imagery that is evocative
Of memories that continuously haunts ones heart.
Amazing choice of words paints a passionate emotions of
Whispered yesterdays. Thanks for sharing c:

[KeeD]

Great review :D thanks... you're absolutely correct

[ms. barrie]

You're very welcome, I very much enjoyed c: