THE LAST BOOK

I dreamt of a time
at the end of a dream
where we wrote a book
you called it, the last book
it was full of laughs and stories
of love of tears and dreams
the poems like flowers came alive
it was sad time slipped away
and the last book spoke of us
remembering to all
what we had

do you remember
when we flew among the clouds
and caught some misplaced chemistry
in the corner of our eyes
and we smiled as we realized
we were meant to jump
the broom