Immortalised from time now passed
Both life and death within it's grasp
Regardless of fiction or mythical story
It's frozen in time, a moment of glory.
Ample halls echo every sound and breath
Even silent noise of thought it met
We face our demons of mortal life
Wandering and wondering, facing personal strife.
For art is more than the touch of a brush
A room fulfils more in the moment of hush
Even silence of war can linger with us
It creates, it distorts, it transforms and adjusts.
Yet there may be light, a flicker of hope
No one on earth can fathom life's scope
Toying with reality; as we see things to be,
Yet does this mirage allow us to be free?
Alice Luker, 2013
