Picture This

It was just a random picture captured by the eye of a camera, some poor rendition of time and space in transition and all the while within the eye gleamed a memory of you and I. Was it summer, was it spring the world moving too fast to cling to the moment and its pleasures, those reminiscent, effervescent treasures gone too quickly, forgotten in time, yet here it is, the picture when you were mine. But for the memory, the time has passed who would have thought that it could last, so many years bound upon the ride when dreams and promises we'd confide to possibilities of failure and success which of one gave their very best? Was it you, was it me never questioning what was but could be, accepting the days and years that go twisting, turning, rolling with the flow, no sadness, no regrets, no tears, waiting on the best of the years Too often, experiences and goals are paid in the quickened pace of life's parade but there it is - a picture clearly taken when you and I were together unshaken, take me back in time once more picture this, your heart in mine forevermore. Let the camera do its work again two lovers becoming friends with eternity together well spent.