It is just pigments on a one dimensional media
Yet my eyes are transfixed on its center
Bordering on framed luminescence
Where moments are lost
swirling
into eternity
as daydreams capture my soul

It is these moments of remembrance
of echos
and faded touch
willing introspection of forethought
seeking constants in a flux of happenings
desperately trying to hold the vision
until it is tangible once more

It is conjecture served over contemplation
teasing, tasting,
and tempting illusions into fantasy
as reality plays the harp to a siren’s song

It is the irrational, in nature
and sustained in dreams
of flesh and desire
where mingling is
beyond the glide

It is where I am forever drawn
into the windows
the spirals of destiny
which begs vision to become sight

It is each time I look at her picture