They say it like they know it, And you've always kept quiet, But you've got poetry, Right down to the louve, It's now just a hall, In your mind's eye, To see, And not like what is there, The picture in your word blackens, But it won't let you speak it, You gave up on being perfect, A long time ago, Flowers in a tomb, Keep watch by Egypt, Yet you still feel their shadow, Though their spirits are gone, If they were real, They'd leave memories too, But love only lasts so long, By a dream like you, Although your spirits are still here, And mysteries remain unknown, You're only seeing your words, While the earth sees your hope.