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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