I hold a picture and wonder

How much time does it hold

Has time stopped to allow its capture

If even for the briefest moment

Or when I look upon the frame

Is the infinite held in my hand

Does this image exist in time or outside time simultaneously

This picture, so close to my heart is an enigma

Within the forever of an instant

I see that which my eternal years for

Is she real or just an illusion in my grasp

How can someone never touched

So distant, so far

Possess the most intimate aspects of my humanity

Yet even now as I ponder the mystery of a photographs time

The certitude of my heart’s love exist in her

Beyond the closest truth that I’ve ever held

The boundless nature of time

Contains ceaseless depth within even a picture

And real love

Contains within the connection of two souls

The aspects of humanities potential

Beyond this life and into the immortal nature of man