Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Dream and Dream On


Dream and dream on
While winter is here
Soon the green is gone
From under everywhere
Days are going dark
Silver threads and white
Glow in a morning spark
Days of summer light

Dream and dream glow
Days are in their night
Winter’s earthy snow
In golden glow of light
Dreams are on their high
Wings of a bluish moon
Hearts in beating tie
Night till there's noon

Dreams of feelings close
Everywhere you are
Window’s glow icy rose
Wishes on a falling star
You and I a dim dream
Love in winter's around
Reality in fantasies seem
Till again day is found

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013
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