A Thousand Things to See

In one place, there could be millions of sights to see, each with a different meaning, and each able to take your breath away. Now, memory should not limit us to whether we remember these moments, so cameras come in great handy.

The sweet whispers of the wind, the cherry blossoms on a tree,

These are the things, that I would place unto thee.

With the passing moments, that increase the clock,

Each moment lived is determined by a tock.

Though our thoughts may wonder, while our eyes may roam,

We continue to place distance in reference to the home.

It's a subliminal message that is only hinted,

The true sight to see is the light that's glinted.

To struggle and see an image to be appeared,

We finally open our eyes and it becomes clear.

Not everything is etched or written in stone,

But memories are what latch to us, to call our own.

-(A.Lopez)