I salute
the long-perfected faith
of such hearts
who have seen all;

those eyes
who look still
through
the window
waiting
for the
debut
of a young myrtle

the courtesy
to carry the shadow
of yesteryears
and bear
the burden
of the
grey-haired wise

betrothed to this
unceasing evolution
of time
many have gotten tired;

hope is at its deathbed

yet here comes
those who were
once already lost,
with quaint loquacity
they speak
of life’s greatness
scarred,
without disdain,
to light a dream
and paint
a silhouette
of purpose
to the weary

as reverence,
you
shall not
be forgotten

(photo: Fred Lyon, A Walk In The Fog 1949)