Mist In The Air Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is now not clear
But mist in the air

With little hope of tomorrow sky
Dreams that once were blue and high
Into the differences already

Going like flowers and grass steady
A dream that unfolds in silence
With illustrations of gone green trance

A love song of the never ending
Into time and more time blending

Flowing to the going past
With all that we thought would last
A turning of days in slope
The walk away departure of hope

With something that's still there inside
As we in our thoughts abide

Dreams that we thought were always
Now on to memory plays

That you have given and made
Like flowers of pale that fade
And nothing but abysses sea
With days in clouds forever to be

Like birds in flight playing the night
And finding a song
That serves reminiscences right

(Just like a cloud drifting away
From the days of sorrow
Bring in new trust for another day
So we may have still tomorrow
What has been lost you might find when
Trials are crossed within new hope again)