Photographs

I climbed a tree yesterday,
Seems an accomplishment, I'm only five,
Looking up at the world through eyes,baby blue
Climbing each branch to get closer to you


I crossed the street, time whispers hush-hush,
That I'm only eight, my red cheeks in a puddle,
And still I see in the water, through eyes baby blue,
A quivering reflection of me, of you

I made a paper boat that sank,
Coloured in crayons, penciled words on its mast,
I'm fifteen and I wonder,eyes no longer blue,
Why it floated a few years ago, how it found its way to you

A drawer in a chest in a clandestine corner,
A dried-dead hive, some mud and a shabby, torn boat,
The room dark at night, pale moonlight filtered blue,
My hands find in it, shuffling images no longer true,
Of five, eight, fifteen, spent years that flew,
Yet, you seem to know me, through the smiling picture of you.