Brothers

A swing hangs in the air

Beneath a clear blue sky

As two brothers sit

On blonde grass below.

Time stands still

Within the picture's frame.

A lens to peer

Into celluloid dreams.

We raced along the creek

That ran past our yard

And caught tadpoles to

Watch them grow into frogs.

Time marches forward

Outside the picture’s frame.

A reflex of nature

To end and create life anew.

I found refuge

A sailor under the sea,

And you found purpose

A sentinel in foreign lands.

Time has no focus

Under the bottle’s spell.

Days have no meaning,

And memories are covered in haze.

I let you fall

Into a dark place.

You found peace

The only way you knew how.

Time has no end,

No cycles like nature.

An endless reel

Feeding an old projector.

Reviews

[ZakLeonRamsey]

I like it. I like it a lot.