To hold the map to memories past.

A treasured island -
holding memories in exile
free from the thoughts that forget
sailing in a world, ageing;
diminishing on waves
are scribbled thoughts
filtering through sleepy slumbers
lost in hallways of alleys past
written in mind, the pages dusty.

Reviews

[lightsong]

oh, those are memories, sometimes they haunt us strongly, sometime they are so far... like the fading waves, in Your words I feel the process of wrting down these memories into the page.