Countless dimes

Unlikely i fall into the garden of dreams brimming with an aura of hopeful screams lighting the fire within and blowing it away again therein i just wander on the logs of memories drawing attention to those linked stories which once made us a king within the vibes of a pawny ping i just gather out more courage than ever to deal with this growing fever fending and offending in turns and bends offering no more than those glittering mends step aside, to move across the pyre to see the world tuning their lyre So What would i leave inside my grave for the staring people to crave may be just bits and pieces of love buttered with rolling covers of passionate clove....