called photographic,
our mind records.
it's all there,
life fulfilled.
cool winds,
remembered.
dinner talks,
went on 'til 2.
after dinner,
we rang them bells.
mornings too,
wanting to please.
put on your face,
go into the world.
be another's joy,
stare at them in the eyes.
understand their pain,
reduce the sympathy.
only us are left,
for tomorrow.
the mind continues to record,
permanately.
on your last day,
you'll watch the movie.
you will rememeber all,
it was there all along.
the best movies build and build,
carpenters being good at life.
some end with a 'what?',
secrets no more.
i hope to see a colored movie,
one with some jazz.
