Breath-stealing Motion-picture

Breath-stealing motion-picture

Back-drops no one can keep

Melting before our wide-eyed gaze

Deep passes over deep

Sketched on a screen of summers

Voices like thinning gold

Fade into back-stage shadows

…another scene unfolds

We watch with dumb-struck hunger

Weep salt-wet smiles of joy

Tasting echoes long emptied of

Its little girl or boy

Riveting, its re-play  

Four-season silver screen

Slips today’s here and now into

A new breath-stealing scene

God, pray we do not blindly breathe
Time; whether old or young
But bless the moments that soon spill
In echoes on our tongue

© Janet Martin