Heinrich Kuhn (1897)
Soft, defused, that light behind your eyes,
don’t kid yourself, forget the lies,
twilights a coming, day will turn to night.
stick your labels here and there,
remind your self of what’s and where,
write your diary, scribble notes,
write your self your memory joggers.
Hah, won’t work forever,
things’ll keep on fading,
everything a shade of grey.
Take your time – I don’t mind waiting,
you know I’ll get you anyway.
Inspired by Kerry’s ekphrastic prompt at Real Toads, cheers Kerry