Pictures

From the depths of a now empty soul

A myriad pictures flash past the eye

Glimpses of childhood, stills of joy

Flowing blue waters and silvery skies

The colours are faded and the edges are frayed

The parchment is brittle and the frame is worn

But the smile in the eyes of that innocent child

Still looks like a rainbow on a rain drenched isle

Is it the gloom of the haze outside

Or the passing of years that dulls the eye

The pictures I took on my last vacation

Seem so very vacant, listless and grey

What do we seek from this journey called life

Or doesn't it matter if we know not at all

Laughing and crying we stumble through time

Until we're hung up in an old picture frame