In Its Low Time And High Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In its low time and high
Every dream has been fought
From the hours of their try
That the days have taught

So much inside these ways
With believe of each own
Faith in romance and grace
Never to their out shown

In its wonderful dreaming
When we try every reason
Understanding in its seeming
To go with each new season

There were love songs heard
With so much in the singing
And some the unspoken word
Those moments were bringing

In those colorful tries
Expecting something to come
Before again it all flies
To where time’s beauty is from

With a note down to hold
In each lingering melody
That never becomes too old
While our dreams here are free