I Carry You With Me Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I carry you with me
Through existence of dreams
The hours come to be
Where everything only seems
A day after night
Of a nearly forgotten place
Coming into light
Their many existence ways

Hold on to that dream
Seeds of the dark and lost
The long dried stream
Pictures scattered and tossed
Where have you all been?
In this space circling around
What have your leaves seen?
What else is there to be found?

Day after day I know
Nothing will come to be
Only dark grayed shadowed row
Is what my eyes now see
Memories lost and gone
For new ways that are still there
The flowers once in the sun
Are dusts now everywhere?