Happy <br />the photograph <br /> <br />lies <br />curled up(inside) <br /> <br />the box <br />camera <br /> <br />asleep & <br />dreaming of being <br /> <br />heavy with <br />Time & <br /> <br />tangled sunlight <br /> <br />your scarlet smile <br />biting into <br /> <br />the greenness <br />of an apple <br /> <br />that startles <br />with its intenseness <br /> <br />the dripping jewel <br />of honeycomb <br /> <br />(sunlight solidified) <br /> <br />we two <br />(Happiness personified) <br /> <br />the memory of it <br />now <br /> <br />eager to be <br />born <br /> <br />crisp, clear & clean on <br />the whitest of white <br /> <br />photographic paper <br /> <br />only for a <br />(sneaky) thief <br /> <br />to steal(not only) <br />the camera <br /> <br />& its little <br />box <br /> <br /> <br />but the photograph <br />to be <br /> <br /> <br />your stolen smile <br />our stolen time <br /> <br /> <br />that Past <br />(that once was ours) <br /> <br /> <br />a flickering shadow <br />sunlight staining my mind.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-time-2/
