Peter S. Quinn

Sonnet Of A Dream - Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The wind whispers from the leaves of the trees
An unknown tune of colors and grass
You’ll hear the footsteps of tomorrow as it comes
From a distance of silences to your ear

In the gleaming of the beginnings of daylight
You have thoughts about a dream you broke away
There is freshness in the light behind the clouds
In you’re mind you thought about the hours ahead

Then when you go to your about in the garden
Visiting roses and lilies that confound your heart
You feel that tomorrow has already arisen

And with him who has your soul and your bearings
You hear the eternal voice of an unknown tune
Be it fate of tomorrow as it again comes

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 2, 2011

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