Remember (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Remember the leaping down river stream,
Flowing of cold water to the ocean;
Silent and the shadows trembled light beam,
Weaving forward motion - its erosion.

Each magical moment's foam-covered stone,
The indelible fragrance of sea flowers;
The wandering ways of being all alone,
With wave billows twisting for hours and hours.

The dreams of deep away and almost lost,
World of the sea by the darkness ajar,
Each cut of the sighted broken torn heart;

A flow that is never in time exhaust,
In move and beat from the near and afar,
Abysmal of bracing the breast of the swart.