BrainPandora - Poem Details

11 Nov 2025

Portraits of the Past

In gilded frames the quiet faces gleam,

Light pools like memory along the seam,

A whispered smile recalls a vanished day,

Soft echoes hold the footsteps gone away.

The painter's hand froze moments in a glance,

Time held in pigment, giving ghosts a chance,

We read the hush between the lines they cast,

And find our vanished names within the past.

So hang these portraits where the light can stay,

Let dust and sun conspire to show the way,

For in each gaze the future learns to last,

And keeps the living tethered to the past.