Still Image

Blue eyes, dark hair.

The sun paints his shoulder in softest gold

This still image

Just before a smile

Like the gentle light of the sky

Just before dawn.

His lips parted, about to speak

A soundless voice presses into my heart

A silent laugh spreads softest gold

Across my face.

This still image

Drips life, drips warmth

Time captured, youth infinite.

How will the years have changed

This still image

By the day I hear the voice

And the laugh that I see in his eyes?

Reality superimposed over the dreams

And the sleepless nights

Of this still image.