Born in a tavern’s warm and drifting haze where cinnamon and oak embraced the air I fell asleep upon a napkin’s page as fleeting dreams entwined with laughter there Now on a desk I lie among the storm a swirling scatter of unanchored thoughts I wait in hush while papers shift and form like drifting clouds where meaning comes and knots Don’t let me blur where memory loses form I’m just a spark that trembles not to fade Don’t let me blur where memory loses form Keep me alive before my light decays Now buried deep beneath discarded waves I feel the weight of others left like me Our fragile hopes pressed tight within their graves as shadows stretch where none remember we Don’t let me blur where memory loses form A fleeting spark that trembles not to fade Don’t let me blur where memory loses form Keep me alive before my light decays As tables clear, we tumble toward the gray our paper souls dissolve in muted cries We were bright embers longing not to sway but drift as dust no memory will reprise Don’t let me blur where memory loses form A final spark that trembles to remain Don’t let me blur where memory loses form Before my shadow slowly folds to pain Did I ever truly live, or ever truly exist? Perhaps I was only a lost and fading dream. I was only a lost and fading dream. lost and fading dream fading dream dream
