Sonnet, Tomorrow Comes Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Tomorrow comes in slowly like a song
Of melodious making and its flowing
In the dreams of the waves in eve glowing
And tincture shades of clouds that drift along
In a forever time of a blue sky prong
So much in giving of smooth ease slowing
That daydreams become reality showing
And going then to the far-off from the throng

The sloppy dream shades of the ocean
Are filling the voids of time coming through
In splendor flicker and reflecting motion
Of waves to and fro always to renew
Yesterday´s boat to meet yet another day
In the intermit instances and lay