Somewhere in a Likeness

Somewhere, somewhere,
In a likeness of our home,
Our likenesses sit together,
And their hands never part.

Somewhere, somewhere,
In that likeness, there is no time,
That brings them together,
And then takes them apart.

Somewhere, somewhere,
In that likeness, there is only love,
That the grasses, trees and moon shine,
They remain without the need to part.

Somewhere, somewhere,
When your likeness withdraws her hands,
Mine shows you and me and our home, here,
How wretched it is to be like us, apart.

Somewhere, somewhere,
In the likeness, they sit and watch,
So they may learn how not to be,
But stay in love, forever, like in a work of art.