Dreams That Came Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each so beautiful
Dreams that came to be
Never were they dull
Always new and free
Some were though gone
In their times on the road
Into oblivion all done
With their words on load

For nothing is forever
It comes as it will
And there be altogether
With each their view to fill
Mysteries and outside
Dreams that some could find
When written words abide
Inside a searching mind

These days are never sure
Of what makes the good
So much in life's allure
Like mysteries in the wood
So, take time in recite
And find your way about
And bring again in light
All you thought in doubt