Peter S. Quinn

Tears to tears draw the line
Love is never forgotten
Years to years in its sunshine
Leaves of life rotten
Dream kingdoms never come
Only the heart reappears
Where it was and where its plum
Sometime sometimes not clears

Through time's dark
Each mood and affection
Golden visions not to spark
Into the heart's connection
Hours onward to end die
Affliction of dark to see
There once were tears to cry
From under its love plea

What shall last a little while?
Into roads going through
Hours futile is like the mile
Only walked when needn't to
Tears to tears my roots have dried
Reappearing grayish dim
Into its much heartbreak tide
Hostage in a mime whimsy whim