The Colorful Lake Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The colorful lake
of our memories,
shall give us awake
and greenery trees.
When later we recall
from days old and gone,
in our time's fall
that goes on and on.

Times don't stand still
their going away,
over the hill
of the next day.
Where dreams are flying
in golden gleam,
for hours are dying
into times stream.

O green and wild
be all my days,
and to life styled
in dream many ways.
For life is not long
to give and make,
another love song
that a heart can awake.