Old Pictures and Rp
Laughing, and preening memory for joy
The album's heart is open to our rusty gaze
Upon who were and are not now again.
Time has taken the sheen from our eyes
The mischief from our face, so we are normed
Into risk averse joy grabbers of memory.
Your album is a stage
For old performances, and chance encounters
A map for journeys on roads not taken then
That was the end that began a cycle painful now.
I see the best of me in the worst of times
And now have the worst of me in the best of times
And you celebrate this?
Beauty is not beauty if it changes, for beauty
Is not thing but the quality where joy ranges.
This thing we are is not what we have been
For we are aged not like wine
But old as fashion we pine
To be worn by rainbows again. The camera
Imprisoned something after the rain
The boy in the water, liberty frolicking
The sun confessing your loveliness
Between the blanket of a wrinkled sea.
Close it now, my dear
I need to say farewell to me.
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