Traces

Traces left behind
Lead to a stash
Of dreams, memories
Providing refuge 
To them we’re loyal
Discarding the wealth
Freshly baked moments
Our time’s contaminated
It loses its relevance
Unlike the stars
Time saves their spots
To which they return
In months and years
They leave no traces
As they carve space
With soft telltale lights
If we tread like them
Without dragging thoughts
We’re freed from our traces