Remains to be Seen #7
In my memory
Your image
Hangs in my heart
Like a beautiful
And timeless
Oil painting.
It is lit by candles
In a dark room
To which I have
The only key.
My expression
Is drawn
And flickers
In the low light
Of my fond
Recollections.
Yet the shadows
It casts distort
And make strange
Your features.
Sometimes.
A truth all the same
That I dare not describe
For fear of tainting
Your spirit which is
Captured in this portrait,
Which unlike you
Was beautifully
Executed.
Simon Kossoff, Brighton,’04