Love to Death - Pictures

Watching over me
My safety as sure as the clap of a gavel's strike
Protective whispering
Fills my dreams with birds at night
At night

This mourning is misery
The water hisses, and rises, it's history
This morning is glimmering
Coming through the fade at night
Catching my eyes, catching my tears
So sore and bright

In monochrome blurs we store it away
Old faces, they can no longer breathe

What was it about them that I could ignore
What is it about them that makes them speak

Suiting times twice their own
They come back to life on my walls
So justly they hang and preach history
So sadly they stand and collect dust
A hand escaping a sleeve to meet a shoulder proud
In cloudy buildings
In silent sound
And smiles constructed in pigments fine

In pictures we preserve the golden hours
Which can be kept forever
When I die, I hope that joyous power
Will be what keeps me remembered

Written by:
Salman Yakub

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