Dream Away In The Lights Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dream away in the lights
For hope is still there on,
A thought may lose its flights
But it's never ever gone;
All is in the flying high wings
That are going over or down,
Each adhere to the enfoldings
With the winds of crosstown.

Reasons get away are lost
Nothing more of that to say,
For we complete or exhaust
Everything we communique;
There are thoughts in confusion
With some reliefs to ways out,
Each in constant invalidation
For to know what it's about.

Dream away don't be clear
With something that's shifting,
Going places in uncertain blare
Like a cloud in the sky drifting;
Going distance with a fantasy
Keep the wiev almost through,
What you know's what you see
From everything you'll preview.