Form

It's a realisation of existence, before and after and how in form - living, a camera is able to capture an image and not when one passes on to exist in another form

Sometime ago, long ago, now just a picture,
When light danced in its many shades 
And captured as light in form - living.
Now living, no form, no light, no picture. Just a memory.
A memory like a reel a movie alive but not live.
Of the five senses nor their objectives no more
Of me, my and mine no score.
But somewhere when awake in the mind is alive
The emotions of the senses five.
In deep sleep - temporary death, no more world
No light, no darkness, no death, no life, nothing to behold.
Awake! Again the journey of mind and body begins
To a place called nowhere till beckons
Sometime ago, long ago, I will be just a picture.
To you Mum. Till we meet again somewhere over the rainbow
(C) Christopher Michael.