I’m the keeper
of your dreams
down through the
chapters of the years
turn the pages
back to see
how beautiful
we used to be.
Age acquires
our living lines
body’s burnt &
bones they hurt
the way our hearts
they ached that day
when you came
knocking on my door.
Beauty carries its
own curse, it blinds us
to this shadow world
I’m the keeper
of your heart
can you hear me
can you hear me?
Listen here
( Painting by Joao de Haro )
