There you sit, in your stall so regal.
Tiffany lamp, illumini une life-chiseld visage.
One nose, held high, but then not...
No advent of intimidation, ney, haughty resignation.
For years fifteen, mine eye hath enamoured,
by lovely countenance, your proud indignation.
Once two towers there stood, on your holy ground,
a place far buried in memory, -a time, now tremor, bound.
I'll never forget how I felt in your home,
a privilege in my heart, to share hallowed ground with thee.
A starlet, perhaps? One faded bit part,
or one righteous backdoor, ancient stage tart?
Your cat's-eyed glasses tell me so much,
of your star that has risen, one life now Zenith.
The apex 'tis yours, Tiffany Illuminati.
In my soul, you will reign, one frame, one dame, now captured in time.
Now on my wall you hang, faded photograph
of time shot down like a prey in sights - so long is memory, and memory now gone.
These years that I've spent in the limelight of your faded glory,
they were years lived well, as from lofty perch with you there on watch.
My prayer is for...for the both of us.
While my star is on rise, yours now -forever placed...
In eternal home heaven,
tacked to bare wall
and there, proud refrain, and watching over all !