Into The Beautiful Sky Blue (From, The River Sings On) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Wherever you are going,
I'll be going thee too;
Distances are coming growing,
Into the beautiful sky blue.
Dreams are sweet none existence,
Seven seas and traveling ways;
Give your thoughts a change,
For the new coming days.

You and I have seen the rays,
From the horizon of faraway;
Like the colors of night plays,
From newborn thought of grey.
Feelings will keep moving on,
Some will only be for a while;
There is always a summer sun,
To give another beautiful smile.

Wherever you are staying,
I'll be following you;
Like night dreams are playing,
For the unknown and the new.
The wind will whistle its breeze,
From the treetops and beyond;
Existence is what one sees,
From within nowhere else found.