Reflections

Written by: Colin Marschall

Scattered cross the table,
pictures of the past
Moments frozen in celluloid. 
Souls captured.

Happiness overlaid with sorrow;
Mourning for Indian summers, left behind.

Smiles creeping upon resurrected memories.
Tears staining the glossy remembrance.
Tracing the past, stepping stones through time,
each a story.

~two blooms from valentines bouquet
Gone; but not forgotten.
Tender touch of entwined hands,
sated; after loves embrace.~

Flipping through visual diary,
reflections of bygone ages.
Wrapped in echoes of spent whispers,
conversations drift from the past.  

Gather these splashes,
join them to the sea of life
and bathe in the ripples
that kiss the shores of now.