A Sonnet to Two Photographs
Her eyes embrace the lights that dress each one
with rings of blue or gray to frame two skies
so black but for the stars that speak of fun
and call to me as though my heart could rise
and beat along with hers to share her joy
in times now past, yet not from sight concealed,
to sit and spin within a magic toy,
orange in fact, a mystery revealed.
I'd join that thief who saves the moments lost
and yet his work of art is but a lie,
the days still flow, I tally up the cost
in years unkept and ache to make one mine.
I pray someday she might just look at me
her soul alight, and she would happy be.
+ By John Rieping
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