Snapshot
Ephemeral Stardust: Juanita Stein's Snapshot Captures Love's Fleeting Moments
Lyrics
You are a snapshot in my mind
You hold a significant place in my memories.
All i can do is build the frame
All I can do is construct the framework of those memories.
Access the memory again
I revisit and relive those memories.
I call your name, no ones there
Calling out to you, but there's no response.
There's no spell to ease the pain
There's no magical solution to alleviate the pain.
Only a photograph remains
Only a photograph remains as a tangible reminder.
You are the dove, I'm the ground
You represent something pure and free, while I am grounded and restrained.
There's nothing else for me to do
No other options are available for me.
I watch the storm clouds passing through
I observe difficulties passing through.
One by one, by one, we go
Individuals depart one by one.
There's no spell to ease the pain
No magical solution for the pain, only the enduring essence of poetry.
Only the poetry remains
Only the artistic expression remains.
We're only stardust, a moment in time
We are merely transient cosmic particles, a fleeting moment in the vast expanse.
Out of our bodies, out of our mind
Transcending physical and mental boundaries.
We're only stardust, words on a page
We are temporary cosmic entities, expressed through language.
I'm taking pictures, building the frame
Capturing moments in images, constructing the framework of experiences.
You are a snapshot in my mind
You persist as a lasting image in my thoughts.
All i can do is build the frame
Building and reinforcing the structure of those mental images.
Access the memory again
Revisiting and reliving those mental images.
I call your name, no ones there
Calling your name, but there's no one to answer.
There's no spell to ease the pain
No magical solution to alleviate the pain.
Only a photograph remains
Only a photograph endures as a reminder.
We're only stardust, a moment in time
We are transient cosmic entities, existing for a brief moment.
We're only stardust, words on a page
Our existence is expressed through the written word, like stardust on pages.
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