Ebb And Flowing Daydreams (From, To Oscar) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The ocean is full of waves,
Moving just to and fro;
My longings and my craves,
Moved there from long ago.

I believe in summer light,
And the new day in each heart;
The onset billow flight,
That from a shore will start.

To the other side of the sea,
There is daydreaming going on;
Playing what shall be shall be,
Until all my dreams are gone.

I hear the water flowing,
On to the other side and shore;
The same way the wind is going,
Until it in my heart is no more.

The day is being so mournful,
For all the dreams still to come;
Me to the ocean they pull,
And make me full of delirium.

Cold is the night in moonshine,
All is of longings it seems;
Fate will each morning entwine,
The ebb and flowing daydreams.