Recall The Days Of Gone Past Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Recall the days of gone past
With every dream to fulfill
There was a tune and its cast
In the new morning born still
How easy the dreams can be
Their insecure hours between
The mirrors of past you'll see
Each prospect in its pristine

Night and day will conjure all
Giving us pictures of a whole
Each in their part and a call
Having their certain life's role
So much is absent yet in there
With dream-forgers weaving
A day comes to night in blare
With voices silently deceiving

Windows of times in dreams
Filling each rattling curiosity
Wavered the rivers and themes
Inside what we choose to see
Sleep has kept us long away
Made every passage disentwine
In their draft and shaping clay
Doubtful is each in between line