I’m the fly in the frame <br />Trying to get out, this isn’t <br />My habitat or my domain <br />When, in view, in here <br />These points remain <br />Defined and clear, maybe <br />I was born a sentry, maybe <br />I was gifted this view <br />And now the high-noon <br />Beckoning His Praise <br />On the looking out <br />I’m the fly in the frame <br />Pressed-on-glass, buzzing <br />Funerary and futile, obscure <br />To me and you <br />Trying to get out, it isn’t <br />Artistic escapism or sheer <br />Adventurism uniting us, maybe <br />I have something more, maybe <br />I am conjuncted love <br />- Maybe blessed - <br />Where planets collide <br />In view, in here, perhaps <br />We can ride along, pass above, <br />Move beyond, hurt less <br />I am the fly in the frame <br />On the looking out <br />Composing symphonies <br />Of redemption, of regret <br />Looking forward in the <br />Shadow of tragedy, maybe <br />Leaner for this, maybe <br />Less, kissing glass <br />Seeking light, I might just <br />Expose, I might just <br />Explode in His radiance, outward <br />Onward, home <br />To that domain<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-in-the-frame/
