Holding

I keep for the things I remember.

I keep fro the things I forget.

I Keep, with a bare heart, the loves I once had and the sorrow that pains me still.

And here is the room of my borne sighing at the gravity of my becoming. Childhood eyes still wonder in marvel and mystery through an aging World gray with knowledge and humanity.

I keep for the things that are lost

In the End our dreams will remember us and carry us away.