A swing hangs in the air Beneath a clear blue sky As two brothers sit On blonde grass below. Time stands still Within the picture's frame. A lens to peer Into celluloid dreams. We raced along the creek That ran past our yard And caught tadpoles to Watch them grow into frogs. Time marches forward Outside the picture’s frame. A reflex of nature To end and create life anew. I found refuge A sailor under the sea, And you found purpose A sentinel in foreign lands. Time has no focus Under the bottle’s spell. Days have no meaning, And memories are covered in haze. I let you fall Into a dark place. You found peace The way you knew how. Time has no end, No seasons like nature. An endless reel Feeding an old projector.