=Painters=

Would you paint a picture of me,
whom you will never meet
but have read my words
and will hear my voice tell
and see my fate before you
in some obscure relic of my future?

Perhaps you might not understand
like the people of our times
did not either.
Maybe they do and maybe they did
but for now it only matters
that you do.

For I wish to commission this painting
from you, painter of your time.
Paint me as you will
and those around me if you will.
And while you paint me I will
tell you a story of myself
and of those like myself.

Paint them as you hear
my voice, my words, my world.
Your brush must never waver
even if I do you must remember
who we were.

And when my tale is over,
Paint in yourself
in that corner of the mirror
where what was unpainted
is reflected for you
must be within this painting.

Of my archaic letter,
I would have you write
another in your own time.

Of my voice and voices,
I would have you find
a new home to share with thee.

Of this painting of ours,
I would have you bind
your words and voice and fate
in some unknown relic of my future.