Every Dream Is A Walk Through (From, The Complete Collected Poems Of Strains) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every dream is a walk through
With so much of sprinkling down
Feelings close to me and you
What lies inside this soul town?

Ruddy sunset to the high
And the ground of the rising dawn
Where our evenings sometime lie
In their carelessly spinning span

Hour of feeling into old dying
Down the tiny wrinkles of time
When a heart of carefully complying
Is sated on the roads of grime

Love in the rising to its endings
The beginnings of its grays and turns
Every hour sprinkle down mending
In their declined of tomorrow burns