LENS OF LIFE

I hold her fragile beauty here,

My fingers touch and linger near,

She responds to my lightest hand,

Turning and flowing with my pan,

Her grace and style so fabulous,

She captures places rapturous,

Always near as my eyes to me,

She keeps some great prize that I see,

Always together – hand in hand,

We travel as one through the land,

Ever faithful – always steady,

She is the world – ever ready.

PTR September 13, 2011