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Hidden far within the folds
of each inviting new design,
clings a remnant of some
foregone wish.
I will never be so certain
of what memory may hold,
or of how old yearnings were dismissed
in passages to what is now, and here;
nor how the things that conjured every dream
were always in the careless moment sold.
Yet I believe there bides among
these mysteries of all I am,
some inkling of how distant suns
might cast their fires upon new dawns.
So not for nothing have we lived,
though every story won’t be told;
and while we strive to move beyond,
and seize all things each day may give,
I won’t forsake old dreams too soon undone,
nor
cede new dreaming only to the young.A new poem for Imaginary Gardens...
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Oh no, I think we need to be part of dreaming too... how would that be if only the young could dream?... Keep on dreaming, expand horizons all through life.
ReplyDeleteExactly! Thanks, Bjorn.
ReplyDeleteWe'll never be able in this existence to fathom all the influences in the turns of planet earth, yet we can rhyme and share our ponderings each adding a little to the stew of life here
ReplyDeletemuch love...
Just gorgeous, Steve! I love the way this flows.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kelli.
DeleteI won’t forsake old dreams too soon undone,
ReplyDeletenor cede new dreaming only to the young.
Certainly words to live by! Always a pleasure to read your work.
Thanks for the gracious words, Kerry.
DeleteVery nice. Never stop dreaming and never give up on your dreams!
ReplyDeletesome inkling of how distant suns
ReplyDeletemight cast their fires upon new dawns
Yes, one might have some indications which can help guide to some extent. Great lines Steve!
Hank
I LOVE the "inkling of how distant suns
ReplyDeletemight cast their fires upon new dawns", and how you wont cede new dreaming only to the young. Yay!
Thanks for visiting, Sherry.
DeleteDefinitely not only for the young!
ReplyDeleteSome dreams do get tossed aside carelessly. The ending is - as many pointed out - gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. The stories won't all be told, but here we are, trying to save a few.
ReplyDeleteThanks for taking the time to visit and comment, Marian.
DeleteThings we donot want to forget!
ReplyDeleteOh those collected memories hold us to moments gone. I wonder about the things I never noticed. Perhaps I let a treasure slip through my blindness.
ReplyDeleteThank you for looking in, Susie. I much appreciate the comment.
DeleteI say hang on to dreams UN-sung
ReplyDeletefor the final breath is not yet done
for dreams arise in unknown tongue
clouds disappear, revealing bright sun
"I won’t forsake old dreams too soon undone,
ReplyDeletenor cede new dreaming only to the young."
Never giving up on hopes we carry, nor surrender the dreams that we hold dear, indeed. The sonnet-like style of this piece is so very captivating. Well done, as always!