Morning Of Gold Poem by Peter S. Quinn

It’s a beautiful dream
This morning of gold
In fantasy it seem
As the new hours unfold
With gray mist in air
In battle of dark and light
From distance of everywhere
Of morning from gone night

Shadowed dance waves
On the ocean of tranquil
Something of dreams craves
Never again to fulfill
Like hours of nowhere to go
So easily on and on
New times are on the flow
To giveaway to what's gone

Each color step by step
Coming into the plain
Unlocking potential hep
In every its hours chain
A beautiful day showing
In nearness of its while
As it comes in glowing
In all of summer style