Brothers Dream Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our Eden was never of the faraway
It was here in trees of sunshine
And the flowers that kept the day
In colors of its deep shaded line
And its wisdom was in a thought
Of the leaves that are growing on
Each differences life did taught
Until its times were from here gone
We cannot understand within
If there has never been without
Each foundation is of an old spin
That came to be new and about

Yellow flowers of love
On a peaceful meadow hill
A passion to sky above
Brothers dream to fulfill
Times of whispering songs
On to a front line prospect
In a light wind that longs
To be cherished not reject
In gardens of summer green
When the sun stands high
For flowers of beauty scene
And never in care for to die

Like stories are captured in silences
And make their time of being
Their footsteps many ways changes
In what to become and their seeing
Our dreams are like Eden’s tree
Growing on to life with a vision
Some of us never though can see
Its roots in its deep and precision
So we never can find its true stand
Or ever follow its previous trail
We have only our doubt to command
And rut of our existence is a fail

Yellow flowers of love
On a peaceful meadow hill
A passion to sky above
Brothers dream to fulfill
Times of whispering songs
On to a front line prospect
In a light wind that longs
To be cherished not reject
In gardens of summer green
When the sun stands high
For flowers of beauty scene
And never in care for to die