FicWad

How can one small object
mean so much?

Photographs I had once grazed with my eyes,
now catch those glances and make my mind race
with thoughts I never dreamed I would think.

Minutes passing by,
laying where I gather my most my inspiration,
holding onto that silver promise,
eyes falling onto those photographs
taped to my wall for wonderful dreams.

My mind is flooded with such a different inspiration.