Every Dream Is Coming Still (From, Even Though There Are No Reasons) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every dream is coming still
Into destiny to start
Giving longings to fulfill
Through the beat of every heart
Every day is catching billow
Making reasons for a try
Love songs of the breezing willow
In the skies of low and high

What does matter in a name?
Every road so much ahead
Trying ways and burning flame
That in ruins of life is read
Always feelings drift apart
In the days that go by
What to stop or start
Without knowing reasons why

Moods of lonely lifetime
Contagious wind of flow
Every beat in its prime
On the ways to a somewhere go
Lost pictures in the tray
In stillness of black and white
Beat of the screaming’s play
Through the going of new flight