All The Dreams Faraway (From, Poet On Www) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All the dreams faraway,
They are always with me;
Like new morning day,
That comes just to be.
My heart is inside close,
With feelings some blue;
It stings like a torn rose,
When love turns untrue.

The night is coming clear,
Giving its shadows fall;
Oh close is now and near,
A day in the dark's call.
Where lies my road now,
With all the dreams to be;
Thoughts are still aglow,
For my envisions to see.

My wings shall fly soon,
Into the darkest dust;
In this life's afternoon,
I once gave all my trust.
Oh fly my peace to thee,
Spring has given and fall;
If this must be then be,
I'll take the peaceful call.