RIVER OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

RIVER OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Youth is an endearing whisper away

lodged as a rock by a river running wild.

I have hung over

the edge of these rippling waves

and I soon will be dislodged.

Into the stream, fragments of who I am

have begun to fall into its froth

and the remorse of age counts the stones

imbued with regrets.

Launching this vision

the merriment and fineness of your face

derailed my confidence, defying

the time before I came upon your eyes.

Youth has perplexed my inner core

who has not aged within the rule of time

standing still as a windless reed.

Why does beauty reunite the fires within

creating a draft to make the flames rise high?

Burning any redundant dream away

I have become a heavy rock

encrusted with burdens and life’s tribulations.

Launching my heart into escrow

the meaning

of someone’s love saved me, even now

as I fall into the river of forgotten dreams.

Half white and half red I will be seen.

Youth is a bobber that a fishermen uses

casting into an unknown abyss.

Lord knows the radiant fish I have caught

and placed back into the stream.

Sacrifices should be reckoned by consumption

and love I have always needed.

To be on the field of sorrows holding a flag

that I am the consummate fool

inspired others to exonerate loves fall.

Launching my tears of Joy

I will float away

on the river of forgotten dreams, and die.

Youth can magically ensemble its gleam

and vindicate the wrongs

for age makes bigots and vicars of us all.

On my return, C’est la vie love …