Shape Of My Memories

Shape of where your picture hung
still seen on my wall,
Even though I took it down
that shape is where my eyes fall.

I love shapes that move around
clouds move in the sky,
Ripples from the rainfall
delightful to the eye.

Many colors do I see
as summer turns to fall,
Leaves now paint the ground
I wish it were my wall.

If that shape then disappears
would your memory fade,
Locked behind a coat of paint
no black or white for shade.

Bobby Ferguson 11/08/2014.