Dreams In the Shadow of Memory

Submerged in the flood of maddening crowd, I see a verdant valley carved out within the lonesome me drifting away, displaced from the still stratum of sound of converging cacophony loud, I dream attached to the unanchored mind. In the precinct of the pristine sprawling thicket I wander on the convolute contours of life. As the rising sun of promise bursts with colors on the calm canopy of hope with golden beams, the leaves sparkle in the spectrum of splendor in the sea of silence where I sink within serenity. In the embracing breeze rippling enticed, the enchanted boughs dance to its cadence, make mystique motif with light and shade lattice. The foliage weaves for me the tapestry of ecstasy for my dormant dreams to be embellished to perform the kaleidoscopic show of joy. With the forlorn life ambling listless across the amber wilderness of destiny, I’ve to take a long journey alone. From the cool cradle of the dense copse I’ll garner the grandeur of its emerald sheen, in my marooned mind I’ll strive to stow, create in my pallid heart a jade meadow. Walking the last mile in the twilight zone in the remaining hours of fading glow, I’ll seek the shade of rest for the last time, stepping into the waiting woods once again, see my dreams return longingly enwrapped in the lengthening shadow of memory.