Flowers In Times Dust Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My heart is growing
Into the night of lost
Where time florae are going
And into oblivion tossed

All is just for a while
And giving of its touch
Flowers in bouget style
In recalls days so much

All that is left is no more
Deep into memories lane
On to the unknown shore
With each thought fain

Oh, life in tones free
So much for its similitude
Footsteps will come to be
Another part of an elude

Flowers in times dust
You all had your main
Like drops on the red rust
That now is just fain

Everything must advance
Into the fields of time
Bouquet of colored trance
That was in their prime