Familiar pathways,
A map of landmarked memories.
The thoughts in my mind
Are shaped
By your knowledge.
Sculptures of wisdom
As I walk
This museum in London.
Lions slaughtered
but also crying
Over four thousand years old.
Their artist forgotten
But
His compassion carved
In stone.
Aphrodite,
Almost sitting down.
The perfect pose.
The perfect thought
Well thought out.
Like your explanations of artworks
from ancient times.
The three graces
Heads
And arms
And legs
Lost
Like you
But graceful words still here.
Colourful sarcophagi,
Masters of imagining life after death.
Funny stories,
You would say.
But their art immortal
Yet fading
Every day.
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