Canvas of Faded Colors

From the canvas the colors shown so bright. Each feature, with such detail, all seemed just right. Hung proudly above the mantel to withstand the test of time. My hand touched the frame and I marveled it was mine. As days passed the silhouette began to vanish as if again by the stroke of an artist brush. Once distinct, each feature faded with an eerie rush. Although many paintings had adorned the barren walls. With elegant beauty this one had surpassed them all. Saddened by the emptiness of a painting I cannot touch or see. Still the memories of beautiful colors will forever remain with me.