Dreams In Thoughts Playing Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Here I am now staying
Finding ways to play
Dreams in thoughts playing
All my opinions of gray
Down the brimming oceans
Falling footsteps on
Dreams of loves emotions
That I've never before done
Rising sky of day's clear
In all the days gone by
Faraway pictures some near
Like cloudlets in the sky

Tame the river jumping on
In each its billow fall
Until pictures are gone
From their dreamy call
Squawking sounds of forest
In their call's awaking
Every beat that was in rest
And now life fresh making
Day to day that´s giving
Falling rivers flowing
Clocks ticking are living
Endless in their going

Sweetest ways of years run
In ages that don't hold
All chime for tears and fun
Those times now unfold
Whirring sounds City Street
Roads to pavements broken
Every hour eyes now meet
With no language spoken
First love and last of lost
Deceiving conquered bliss
Allaying passion double-crossed
At times with a fancy kiss

Cupboard of a mirror looking
The face of your distress
Inside feeling hooking
Some emotions and a caress
A plunge of hands growing old
Wishing for its youth back
Something that no times hold
And the years shall lack
Silky smooth and lily white
Hair and wrinkling faces
Seen the days of freshly light
In all its conduct and graces

Each our day´s appalling glows
In its worries and dances
While our times comes and goes
In all its threading chances
Knocks of fortune to deceive
In its interpreting of ages
Nothing of guaranty to receive
From its works and wages
Another lane to nowhere land
As tomorrow is awaking
Unknown ways to understand
As its expectations is making