Inside This Dream (From Coradoba) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Inside this dream
There are flower cast going
Downward coldness stream
Icy crystals flowing
You could give me your beam
In a blue between glow
Where the dark shadows seem
Always on the go

Inside your brain turn
There is reasons outset
As the clouds in evening burn
And more reddish they get
I will wait for you still
With my beat going on
Dreams and thoughts to spill
Till they are all gone

Inside nights that wake
Whilst I am a sleep
In new purposes to take
And old ways to keep
I have given this my love song
To the dreams of much dim
In my heart I’ll long
And outside reasons skim