Yesterday's Newspapers

I stare at your face through time
In every moment you are mine.
Precious leaves of an antique book
Unread by any but our eyes
Collect in the gutters,
Like yesterday's newspapers
Soaking up the rain.

I stare at your face through time
I wonder, were you ever mine?
Leaves of memories
Fallen from an ancient tree
Drift in to my eyes
Every time I cry
Like yesterday's newspapers
Soaking up the tears.


18-06-05
LEF