A Dark Vale Never Dreamed Of

[Atehequa]

The times and places our hearts do keep
Never to be foolishly tossed away
Memories that allow us to laugh or weep
Happy recollections or dark dismay

A sunny afternoon turned grim gloomy grey
Sitting silently for hours in dark wild places
Clarity in reflection, the future begins to fray
Hearing many voices, but seeing no faces

Walk in shadows with the coming of night
At day’s end dusk’s gloomy blending
Naught but a child lost in this terrible plight
Loosing your way and forever descending

Into a dark vale, never dreamed of before
You finally feel the need to stop and rest
Beyond the pale, your limbs become sore
Rough going upon this foolhardy quest

Difficult to see through the gathering gloom
As sometimes all is not as it does seem
This may very well be your untimely doom
Choose not to wander very far in this dream

Descending further into this wooded vale
Another short rest on a moss covered log
A night’s dreaming upon this gloomy trail
All but shrouded by the obscuring fog

Not a song, call, or cry to be heard
The thickening fog made it hard to see
An old friend the sleeping Catbird
Roosting well in a nearby Hollytree

Surely awake he would give warning
Of the terrible danger lurking ahead
A grim feeling in that dreaming morning
Of uneasiness and certain fearful dread

Time for you to rise, get on the go
While you may still see your way
Across this dream vale you do not know
As the thickening fog moves in today

In this dream take not the time to wonder
Some dreams become bad, as they should
No time to scream as you’re torn to sunder
Shaking out of sleep will do you no good