The Picture

Blue jeans, white shirt
Layers of waves from the sea
Someone walks barefoot on the beach
How this picture calms me
Such an earthy feel to it, I can keep looking at it for hours
No matter what the reality be
There is something, that it says to me
I feel this picture more than I ever have any
What should I say on what it does to me
The void that exists inside me sometimes
Looks like a memory, as this picture looks back at me
I feel I have been there before
How familiar can it be
I can see myself looking at the scene
As if it were right in front of me

But I feel afraid as I look at it
Because every time it gives so much to me
Sometimes I just close my eyes
To not drain its sanctity
To not take away its calming energy
Every now and then I try not to look
Yet this picture stays with me
It has a pulling effect on me
Even when I look in the dark
I can see it clearly
In front of me