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