Meant For Memories

We are meant for mornings with good light,

To moonless nights,

With conversations plenty,

And sleep scanty.

We are meant for places with no network,

To skies with cloudy patchwork,

With noises few,

And memories new.

We are meant for photographs blurred,

To stories unheard,

With postcards as souvenirs,

Fading later in the years.