Dreams come and go
falling faces of time,
they once were a glow
onto roads of prime.
Everything must be going
like the dust of falling,
ocean waves flowing
for new days of calling.
Autumn colors to shine
days to the distant gone,
each step a line to line
once a flower in the sun.
Rolling rivers times veer
all is here of the past,
instant flow everywhere
years of earth to dust.
Dreams of life existence
here now in new spring,
flowing breeze of trance
once over again to sing.
There's time of growing
there is a time in the sun,
each day worthy showing
to give and go then on.
Dreams come and go
falling faces of time,
they once were a glow
onto roads of prime.
Rolling rivers times veer
all is here of the past,
instant flow everywhere
years of earth to dust.
Years of earth to dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams, wavws, autumn. wind, dream of existence.. Dust........ very fine thoughts dear poet on life...... God bless u. tony