11-06-2024, 05:44 PM
All these faces I keep wherever,
I keep to remind myself of you.
This writer merely has your hair,
this painter has your eyes,
this actor has the manner by which
you often stare me down,
and such parts combined by fancy
do you more justice than fallible memory
or, much worse, direct mementos,
portraits that could never capture
what time's passage never conquers.
All these faces are merely windows
some keep open to gaze at the stars
while you are, in fact, their light.
I keep to remind myself of you.
This writer merely has your hair,
this painter has your eyes,
this actor has the manner by which
you often stare me down,
and such parts combined by fancy
do you more justice than fallible memory
or, much worse, direct mementos,
portraits that could never capture
what time's passage never conquers.
All these faces are merely windows
some keep open to gaze at the stars
while you are, in fact, their light.