Days Are Sometimes Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Days are sometimes dreams going away
Filling their moments with the lost time gone
Like chaliced flowers that still grow here on
To give of beauty for every day
Buds of its summer in the sunshine high
Rising from the dawn to the hours that give
And we in instances always to live
Till existence open ways to eve die

Everything coming living its part
From beginning as every root grows
Those from within a feeling of our heart
And on to the moments flourish and glows
To primes of fields of existence earth
With each its dreams deepness and its true worth