Survivors

Survivors

Monday, July 11, 2016

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.



A new poem for Imaginary Gardens...
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/ 

and the d'Verse open link
https://dversepoets.com/