• In the Clearing of A Photograph

    Picture, they are as poetry
    They paint a thousand words to thee
    But touch them once the price you’ll pay
    To watch them all just fade away
    But never thee fade nor fall to dust
    Or in thy mind will never trust
    My love to thee, a song I’ll sing
    In the hymn of my poetry
    You’ll find all my love for thee
    As pretty as your pictures be
    My heart to yours and yours to mine
    Cause all my love I’ll try to find
    And utter thy words on your behalf
    In the clearing of a photograph