Frozen in a photograph,

Glancing at the worlds to be,

In black and white, you are not free;

But your eyes are known to me,

From another life.

You smile at me through time,

Victorious and shy,

You’re here inside my mind,

But there is still no future.

I’ve seen those eyes before,

I’ve touched your hair, your face

when it was real and warm,

and blood ran through your veins.

I look again: Your eyes reflect my eyes,

It’s me I recognize inside your smile

A hundred years ago,

When I was old and grey.