My Library

A Poem by For Mariposa

At the top shelf i store my dreams
Dusty rusty but who keens
Below, i keep on hold
A draft of a script of a story
That has never been told
Down there are my ambitious thoughts
That i keep on showing but not yet sold
Some scratches spread below
Of memories & moments long ago
From strangers life there is a part
Somehow residing in my heart