No More Daydreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

No more daydreams for me
Only gray sky now found
Let my wings again free
To enveloping them around
To be adorned like a rose
Or diamond like tear drops
To be with someone close
And effectuate on own opts

Everything happens to a poet
As he twists and then writhes
The ideas vague and inchoate
Curving through every scythes
There is fire there is suffering
The locomotives scraping hell
Every way in its many altering
That from inside he must quell

No more dreams those are gone
Flying objects deliberately dark
Tangled miseries that have shone
Through streets and each park
Importance through each song
That has struggled over high
Grassy woodlands that belong
To the inlaying earth and sky