Dream Days Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dream days here on
Filling the moment's air
Reality is now gone
Only now dreams in here
Thru every dimension
Always for more and new
Perceptive comprehension
Whatever we come to do

Dream thru the reality
Nothing is now clear
Times are currently free
There’s no place or year
Only a dream in a dream
Moving in our evolution
We only in mirror seem
Like reflecting resolution

Dreams of our own deep
Inside an abysses space
Only the instances to keep
In playful of many ways
An apparition that is laid
Like desire in some mind
And we have called it fate
That has our life assigned