Old Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Old dreams are now going by
One by one they leave
To forgetfulness deep sky
With their finding and conceive

Dreams once sought much
But have now become old
With their weaving and touch
Those today have been told

To the dark of the night
They are all now going
With their wings old in flight
Like the evening on glowing

We shall find tomorrow now
In new thoughts set of fire
Flying to futures somehow
Finding other ways of desire