Travelling at Home

A picture frame stands upon the wall
It contains nothing at all
Its elegant frame would define fame

Whenever I want an image to appear
I simply think thoroughly and clear
When I receive a chill along my spine
I know this is a definite sign!

The colours swirl at an amazing pace
As I travel to this place
I feel like I am running a 100 metre race

I see people, maybe you perhaps
As the colours surround and work as a fax

Once all the glory has washed away
I look back at the day
And the family heirloom that took me away