Writing with light

Have you ever felt the light from the windows in a photograph

enter the windows of your heart?

If not,

then you never really seen a photograph.

You have never felt its presence,

Or really heard its voice.

For you it is just a document

Hanging or flat,

A two dimensional place.

You have never heard its history call out to you.

You have not lingered long enough

To let longing seep in,

never been transported

By its space.





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