The Keeper of Lost Causes

Burn bonfire burn
Passionately and vigorously

Unto the fire abates within you

And when the night paints ebony all around 

I'm the lone beholder who purveys my defunct hopes 

To keep you alive

And when you burn my hopes 

That once burned in me in a buoyant fashion

I see the scintillations fly like fireflies

And I will grab all those sparks just to keep as a souvenir

For I'm the avid curator of the archive of memory;

The keeper of lost causes