in the vintage frame.

Through the golden vintage frame..
I see the beautiful drapes...
the window...
my coffee cup in white fragile ceramic with the silver lining.....

candle lit after dark...
laughter filling in for music...
tears held through hugs...
and overemotional friend who would do anything for me...

day dreaming a valid past time..
faraway places seen through the words of nomads...
everything looked precious...
the ink, the paper,the blonde and blue eyes...
paintings made by hand....
empathy ruling your head...
I want to live in this antique dream...
and be Human...