Distant Suns

© 2016 Steve King

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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.



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