Shutter whispers freezing clouds that brush my shoulder
Film holds the warmth that never fades nor grows older
Viewfinder hides the wrinkles time has woven over
Hit rewind time refuses to wander
Walking against light silhouette stretches the lonely frame
Aperture dances brightening the corner of my name
Each frame’s an unopened promise quiet and tame
Beyond the lens the story still burns like flame
Frames of Time picking pieces that linger and bind
Shutter’s chime echoing the beat of my mind
Painting with light packing years in my bag kind
Every moment is a treasure to find
Faded film still holds the old sun’s glow
Blurred smiles remain as clear as they used to show
The photographer’s eyes chase the world’s bright glow
Let all beauty leave a trace we can follow
Frames of Time picking pieces that linger and bind
Shutter’s chime echoing the beat of my mind
Painting with light packing years in my bag kind
Every moment is a treasure to find
Each frame’s a sweet time takes its gentle beat
