All Those Forgotten Songs (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

All those forgotten songs that came
Inside a heart when its pure in love
Burning on and burning true flame
Just like the new morning above
Ours yesterdays are never forgotten
When they in dreams must glow
The memories full on and trotten'
Like footsteps in new drifting snow

Here I am with my wings free
To go through the sky in my dreams
Somewhere our feelings shall be
Inside its flow and its streams
Never alone shall I again walk
If I shall have you by my side
Flames of your lips and sweet-talk
Now my way of life and guide

All those forgotten fiery thoughts
That came around to be here
Their twisted on threads and knots
Those outcomes to the moments steer
Like a song in summer was sung
Full of expectations anticipation
Recondite inside passionate tongue
With every intuition of gradation