There Is A Dark Side Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is a dark side to every dream
Flowing about and smoldering away
Pathways to lives happiness river stream
Meeting the sunshine to every day

Hours, - those are like bouquet of red roses
Or days from nothing to existence love
Dangers that associates and closes
At intervals, like clouds faraway above

These are accumulations that are going through
Fascinations that closes up and hide
Some are complete with its love that is true
Pleasures so beautiful that abide

Engaging they are in tenderness made
Kisses of fire acerbic with its blade