I Believe In Dreams To Come Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I believe in dreams to come,
I believe in them one by one;
Like the stars glisten white,
Dusting gold into our sight.
I believe in the heart of gold,
I believe, but it's hard to hold;
Sliding through the fingers from,
Beaming rainbows of the sun.

Everything's here for a pleasure,
Both in wake and in our sleep;
Dream forms of another treasure,
Some of which is ours to keep.
Love is all like summer blooms,
Reaching lights in distant fumes;
Gold to keep for each and one,
When our luck and fortunes come.

I believe all good will win,
I believe it has already won;
Coming bright into the night,
With their wings of peace as guide.
Nothing then becomes too old,
Nothing in to the dust will mold;
Star dust will become of some,
In the future there'll be much fun.

Everything's of equal leisure,
Corn sown fine again will reap;
Fill the barns in plentiful measure,
Separate the lambs from sheep.
Our love's greatest of kingdoms,
Back to us again resumes;
We are lucky for such fortune,
In the earthly breast and bosom.