An Unexpected Lens

The package drops. A brown paper package.

The happy surprise of crinkling craft.

Lights, camera,

And a captivating view thru an unexpected lens,

Creating a fresh memory,

Far better than best.

We love us a cityscape, a nightsky, or the shore,

A beautiful starry eve,

Illuminating, glowing, infinite encore.

A shadowplay of silhouettes for our most intimate of dreams,

A quiet, subtle rainbow,

A ray of luck, by any means.

We love us the beauty of the moon and the sun,

The play of light when they glimmer as one.

The intensity of a sunrise on a strawberry hue,

The calm of a sunset with the warmest of colors, no more than few.

I hold the package tightly in hand,

The crinkling of paper resounding, echoing.

I raise my eyes and search for the view.

It is no where in sight,

I despair. It was new.

I reach out higher and see the clouds,

It covered the view that we so loved.

The curtain had fallen,

In tempo with my heart.

Once, twice — shielding the memory as beautiful as art.

We love us a view more captivating than most,

One we create from the deepest of prose.

A view that longs for the waves to roll,

For the sun and moon and the stars to, once again, enthral.

We pledge for a time that view will be ours,

Unique, a marvel, a masterpiece story of its own.

My tears soak thru the crinkling craft,

Flowing, blurred, aimless, as a floating raft.

Breathe in, breathe out,

Resigned and spent, I switch off the light.

The clouds have turned grey,

With my heartbeat silent as the night.