On the edge now

Music coming free

Reflecting on such pictures

That will never come to be,

Taken off the wall now

Filed, never seen

Never to be printed, just not meant to be,

Always looking for that one shot

A memory to smile on

Perfect vision such a dream

The perfection of ones art

A burden, a nightmare never to set us free

Yet the joy that comes out weighs the frustration

The effort comes as need

So many pictures on the ground now

An autumn leaf fall, glossy golden hues