A Place in the Sun

Written by: Johnny Sumler

flashlights of film frame you so well my friend
as if minutes massage mirrors of time
the past is past and you have passed, yet wind
still blows the beauty of your life at prime
through photographs my eyes enhance to climb
searching your scenes of art myself would spy               
of that gold glare that glamour greeted shy               
a smile that slept with grace compared to none              
your beauty kissed the earth and touched the sky               
leaving your pictures a place in the sun