Have you ever felt the light from the windows in a photograph
enter the windows of your heart?
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.