Aperture

How much can you tell?
When and where may elude us well
But what a tail in her eyes
Brown eyes, brown hair no disguise

But the breeze unfolds her hair
And the moment bids well to stare

When the light fades late afternoon
Open up the aperture
Time delay cause you never moved
Steal the moment and now I’m sure

How much do you know?
And does it matter where you go?
Those little rays we must defeat
And remember what we can’t repeat

The crimson sun it stains her skin
But can tell where she’s been

Wait until she’s older
But all these times can’t be over

Wait a minute there darling
These times will soon be over