They Are Rivers Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams in the avenues of each they're going
Love in a compassion forever so strong
In attributes of memories glowing
They are rivers of time where we belong

Love comes around in its rotary way
Giving us some luck and more to understand
Radiance that torches and turns around to play
On recalling faces in photographs at hand

We shall be singing about softly gone days
When times are remembering each their stop
Feelings to fill up the allies and our ways
With every bouquets of dreams coming up

Lost in its vibrant of times softly chime
With everything sounding in harmonious rhyme