to stop time

The power to stop

Time, 

To make it still

As the waters

You captured

Within the boundaries

Of a frame, 

Fitting in your palm. 

The power to stop 

Time, 

Remains and flows

In the ink

You paint

Unreal realities with. 

You have the power. 

To stop time. 

But that doesn't mean.

It rests with the rest too. 

It's just a pause. 

For the waters will flow, 

The sun will set to rise again

And the words minting

The present truth in gold,

Would age too. 

The present you live

Would transition

Into the past you lived

As soon as you ponder

About the future.