Photo Album

Lost memories being foretold,
pages within are as good as gold,
needs no words,
pictures tell the story,

dusty cover,
red as blood,
oldest thing I have,
all the pages whisper,
unique and different,
pages flutter like a falling leaf,
even on the darkest nights,
when the sound silence gives me a fright,
it can shine the brightest light,
an unreadable book,
made with emotions,
it never has an ending,
as real as the movement,
unleashes adventure,
bringer or hope,
creator of joy,
it lives without a life,
it lives in me...