She and the Man of the Shop of Dreams

These memories are fit
to be
the end of the world for eternity
but they first must be seen
Said the man in the shop of dreams

He sat with his hands folded
upon his knee
He gazed at she, with a knowledge of the ages
from the pages of history
That man in the shop of dreams

The globe of memories shined as if lit
within by some fiery demon
With a pop and crackle the globe
fell to the floor shattered
forevermore, to remind all of
the man in the shop of dreams

As the globe fell, the man’s hands
came off his knee
With the shattering a great cry
was uttered.
No more was the man in the shop of dreams

It is she, whose memories of the past
now guard this place
where it once was the shop of dreams
but no longer
She who guards the shop of dreams