Into The Morning Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Into the Morning
everything is gone,
love and its yearning
that keeps heartbeat on.
the rivers of time
streaming to oldness,
that once was prime
memories now caress.

Yesterdays are waking
what's now gone old,
now new time's making
freshness to unfold.
Clouds in going by
days in drifting ways,
deeps of deepness sky
with the coming days.

Into caress coming
what is unknown still,
time in minutes summing
some hours to fulfill.
Round and round going
the clock of years goes by,
minutes hours showing
to where futures lie.