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.