I Listen (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I listen to the sound
That comes to my ear,
Harmonies and tones found
From here and to there;
Light and shadows I see -
Feelings out of my dreams,
All the things I cold be
When reality unreal seems.

The night past many stars -
Places to me unknown,
Hope in peace and wars
Only from it's past shown;
Take my searching hand
Give me knowledge to gain,
Someday I must understand
That my life was not in vain.

I see the past moving on
Into the oblivion dust,
Daydreams from our days gone -
Our spirits and soul it tossed;
Here we will come and stay
And go from here beyond,
With our lofty thoughts play
For life is a search: spellbound.