The rich layers Of a still-life scene: Ripe fruit in the heat of summer; A frangipani spun between the fingertips Of an awe-struck observer; A mind intoxicated By the thought of dreams Yet to be lived. / The breath of depth Against velvet skin. The intimacy of wakefulness At midnight. A moment forever caught In the warm grasp Of memory. / A vision, Unfolding, Unfurling, Opening. What do you see? Where does it take you?