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 )