Core Of My Dream Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Core of my dream at times is alone
While earth thrust aside what in turns it finds
The beauty of day with in coming tone
Each of each truth that comes to the minds
Dissensions in the sailing through sweetness
Inspires the poet with what it can see
Each day with dreams in long completeness
In showing each branch the roots of life's tree

The fresh air is here to do anything
If carried by the wind to the above clouds
And brought succulent sound of forest's song
So let your heart breath and to it then bring
The movement that disturbs its pose shrouds
Take in the waves of feelings that long