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