It's Time For Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It's time for dreams
and starry ways,
where wonder seems
in golden rays.
And everything
is on and on turning
through circling
in dreams yearning.

It's time for night
in glisten shine,
of star sky bright
in a gyrating line.
With the Milky Way
and faraway dreams,
where lights play
in twinkling streams.

It's time to sleep
for a fairy tale,
and from it reap
an unknown trail.
For dreams go around
in a rotating way,
the unknown is found
in its search and play.