Big Picture

The photopraph you left befind

Is rippling and yellowing

A momentary laps was all

To cause the fall of the sun

Coming up close to check you out

Something pure I could never name

Clystalised in a picture frame

Glide over me in your mercury machine

I'll wave "Hi" as you touch the sky

And I won't be afraid 'cause we know

That we'll be there in the big picture

The razor marks the final cross

Closer to a brighter flame

"One more for the last hurrah luck of the draw"

He used to say

Coming up close to check you out

Something pure I could never name

Clystalised in a picture frame