In my hand, the photograph:
two smiling children, a young boy and his sister,
standing between the blue sky
and the green grass.
I find myself in the picture,
and now there is movement,
and the sound of laughter,
and sunshine happiness.
It all changes in an instant,
as it so often does in my dreams.
My sister, lost in time,
but found in this dream,
becomes a daisy-chain –
part colour, part monochrome –
its connections broken
as it falls from my hands, scattering towards the ground.
The boy, no longer smiling,
his sunshine face overlaid
with time’s grey lines,
alone once more.
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