LIVE IMAGES

I met this man at his son’s place

He seemed unhappy, unusual for a happy man

Which he usually is

Comforts the son provided were not enough

He was missing the comforts his soul mate gave

Some journeys of togetherness never end

His soul mate left years ago

But the soul of the mate has remained with him

In the small room, built together

And made of hope and love

The son could see the vacant spaces in the father’s eyes

He tried to fill the spaces with what he had

But he couldn’t

Some spaces can be filled only by the images

The images that shape the past into the present

In the absence of an object, a few images are possible

In the light of imagination

Material objects can fill the empty spaces

Vacant spaces need enlightening light

To form live images