The Valley of Forgotten Dreams

In the valley of forgotten dreams,
such greenly garnished vistas
where lost and desperate scenes
ignominiously portrayed in iterative ways,
display what could have been,
as rosy colored life adorned,
drawn from blood in aberrant dreams,
streams in continuous reflection
of stalled and pallid life.
Here no still and silent appraisal stirs,
just the failure of straight lines curved,
torrid bands of colors slurred in speech,
heard but not reached to contemplate the breach,
just a light-less dim and churlish disrespect,
nothing to instill effect,
for here is like echoes not returned,
a forgotten play observed
but not acknowledged.
Where nothing comes of thoughts
and vibrant hopes, forgotten
in the undulating notes of precedence,
nothing seeds, no shoots seek light,
no life to incite a movement,
the garnered wares of last resorts
just dust in storage,
nothing or non-one to open their doors,
to consider what they were, of use or not.
Much of me resides here,
thoughts and ideas long past in time’s acidic march,
fallen in this valley of lost dreams,
when more needy wants did force affronts
and fall behind the faded ones I held,
until forgotten in tints of murky grey,
amid an army of the displaced,
struggling for a time to disagree,
but in the end forsaken.
I often walk the valley green,
slopes so steep to slip right down
to a winding shallow stream,
and in those rickety wooden warehouses at its edge,
brimming with dead or dying thoughts,
disease now keeps them where they aught,
malnourished and in their final throws
they regret the opportunities not met,
as my mind forged its path without them.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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Tomorrow can bring new dreams and hopes, if we open our hearts to find beauty, love and kindness, which abides in places we have not yet looked. Well penned, emotive work, Tony.
Pleased you enjoyed it Phyllis. Take care.