Laughter in photographs,
Time in happiness,
Lifetimes in epitaphs,
And stories in a necklace.

The past in stony eyes,
The future in sharp lines,
The truth in all those lies,
And meaning in all those signs.

Home in the crumbling walls of a house,
Memories after colours fade,
Dreams in a fire someone tried to douse,
And tears in a mermaid.

Dormant and growing too,
A slowly stirring mass-
Only to break free and remind you,
That ice shatters palaces of glass.