Keep me alive in your dreams

Though your forced conscience may

Push me away from your realms.

 

The waves that hit n retreat

Has found the shores of this heart

Shallow and soft

 

The tides that swell up n down

When I blamed it on,

Gravity isn’t very amused

 

I may be that old open book

That you once read

Done and dusted in the shelves

 

May that book be never opened again

But what you read under the lines

May never be thrown to the bin

 

Because I am no less than those memoirs

I am no less than those moments

I am no less than those scribbles

 

Keep me alive in your dreams

Though I may never happen to you,

Again in this lifetime.

 

without Wax

Ash