Dreams Filled With Gold (From Minutes Of Falling Days) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams filled with gold and silver threads of shade
Into the dismantled rivers that on twine
Each on their assent complexity made
To turn on red connective of sunshine
Jewels of gods with its glisten starlight
Divided up in ignites wheels of flame
Each mood that comes from under the bright
And never in fervor stays all the same

Places of fable surrounded by its highlands
Like cloud drift to faraway horizon
Till they are never again with eyes seen
Something from a hidden shore and strands
Different dimensions harmonizin'
Nowhere before tangible nature has been