Looking into these that long before closed.
Stilled by time, yet some spark here shines.
Staring back at me, staring yours into mine.
For a while, searching this glorious place.
Seeking humors enduring presence on your face.
Pigments now holding behind glass your form.
Still, staring through my reflection, laughing up a storm.
Who captured your image for all to see?
Bound smiling waiting, looking at me.
We two at each other stare, across this hall, were we are hung.