There it lies,
upon my shelf.
As special as a warm breeze in winter.

Even though it is just a simple, ordinary photograph,
on simple ordinary paper,
made by a simple ordinary camera.

In it is the adventure of a lifetime,
the wonders of a universe,
the changes of time.

Whispers of wisdom echo within,
along with a sprinkle of luck,
and a teaspoon of hope.

There it sits,
embedded in the web of time.
A moment of the past that shall be treasured for eternity.

Crafted from the shimmer of a diamond,
the beating heart of the sea,
the loving glare of the sun.

A photograph of someone loved,
the photograph is me.