Wise Hands -

That face never aged

Escaped the tragedy of time

This once real light caught in time

You were looking into nothing

Ink resolves into a specter

A one way mirror

Cast a dark shadow across

Kiss its formless skin

These old wise hands

Now the picture as dead as he

Pose betrays the mind

Every word said a fiction

Presence the only truth

In a world of chance

We shared the horizon

Between the pages, between the pages…

Place the memory

Forget

Again