The Picture

 

I thought I saw a picture

Before me in the distance

It was vague and out of focus

And I couldn’t clearly see it

The harder that I tried to look

The further away it seemed

As though it wasn’t really there

But still, I could just see it.

 

It somehow seemed to glow

So faintly in the darkness

And it seemed to have a sound

That had several shades of hue

But sound should have no colour

Yet this one seemed like music

Floating out from nowhere

Then fading away from view.

 

I’m listening for that music

That I long to hear again

I am sure that I have heard it

Be it so many years ago

But all you other people

Who are listening to these words,

You might not recognize it

If it came up close to you.

 

Perhaps its just a number

On the corner of a page

Or a word I had once read

On a page or in a line.

But to me it’s just the place

Where my quiet dreams are found

And only I know of this place

For it lies deep within my mind

 

It seems that only I can see it,

Even though it shines so bright,

But wait, there might be others

Who can see it just the same

But they don’t seem to see it

Or do they see no longer?

But wait, they yet may see it,

Though this time in a different frame