This Time Is Now Like River Going Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This time is now like river going
On to the morning of frozen memory
Each thought we had in its flowing
Of wings forgotten and again set free
Its stream is pale rolling on through
To this o land of never returning
That once was full of life and true
In this old dark now forever yearning

Those gazing stars of heaven sky
Of bluish burning and beguiled hopes
Those feelings we thought never to die
Now haze like clouds in drifting slopes
Of feelings so frozen in its aghast
And oceans wave stream of no returning
This life that gave the specters past
And in the deep of our beat was burning

All hopes and fears that fade away
In the frozen times of the rivers deep
Those high hope lands that never stay
And we only for a while may dearly keep
The fading marker of this lone stand
Of passions dark in its reddish heart
Every never returning at our command
Where we stand again right from start