Beyond.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Beyond my dreams
is a beautiful melody,
where everything seems
pure simple and free.
Fantasies that play
into the heart of love,
in its beautiful way
like the blue sky above...

Beyond this flower
where tomorrow it'll die,
is another hour
that is flying high.
Into dream's fantasy
of our thoughts going,
a color-true symphony
for tomorrow's glowing.

Beyond times coming
into the far unknown,
beautiful beyond blooming
from dreams are grown.
Nothing will ever die
that love has given,
it will just make its tie
into the hearts of liven.