When the spirit leaves the body
It is captured by the film of the mind.
Does not age
A snapshot in time
Like the black and white photo
That adheres to the yellow sticky pages
Of the torn, faded album.
The photo of a girl who is 30 years old
With her 1960s perfect proper hairdo.
Decades of hair styles
Have brushed magazine covers...
Five to be exact
Since her last hopeless breath.
But, sunkissed golden locks
Draped over perfectly poised shoulders
Creating her timeless pose-
Is just as fresh
As a hill full of electric yellow
Daffodils in spring.
No wrinkle or age spot
Has ever adorned her firm
Seems like the photo was taken yesterday.
In our minds it WAS yesterday.
For in our internal album
There are no days, weeks, months, or years
That stand between us
and these eternal life forces.
Frozen in time
The skeletal hands of death
Hold the negative still frames
Up to the forgiving light of our minds.
Our psychological X-ray.