Every Day Is A Dream Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every day is a dream coming through
That is wakened to become once more free
All is freshness of the feeling and new
Just to be what you want it here to be
Demanding nothing but completing life
From the perfumes of the far inside
Like the sweetness of its spiritual rife
That is here for the night to give you guide
Every hour it whispers to those ears
With its thoughts from the angels away high
There is loving in the waves one hears
Of the day and the night always going by
This is love irresistible in beauty's lull
With the roads to dreams that are never dull