Camera Chronicles.

Three eyes meet in the midst of many;
One never sleeping, yet always blinking,
Two speaking volumes whenever they wake.

Electric retina quietly pulses and recovers,
Stealing secrets from the helpless party.

Lightning strikes when cyclops blinks,
Stunning the breath-filled witnesses,
And magnifying their amber auras.

Time flees in fear for stagnation,
Though his digits recorded in the light.

Seconds turned to their best of sides,
Posing around oblivious faces ---
Framing lives, exposing Emotion.

Secrecy enables Truth to silently scream,
In the corners of full and noisy halls.

Uni-vision captors swallow mercilessly
The life behind two stained glass windows.
Blink once for recognition, twice for eternity.

December 3rd 2008
(c) Novalyn Grace RRL