Into The Unkown.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams go and go
into the unknown,
feelings like a flow
words to be alone.
Everything you feel
of memories going,
sometimes so unreal
in what you were knowing.

Like days that are going by
or drifting along,
knotting away life's tie
of something that is gone.
Everything you were
into the going days,
now like a wishing star
in a wander on times ways

Dreams that can't be found
'cause they all are inside,
turned away or around
or somewhere do hide.
Like a lifetime of memories
that you once knew,
leaves from leafless trees
the inner part of you,

Dreams go and go
into the unknown,
feelings like a flow
words to be alone.
We all had it all
and we remember still,
though it is now fall
- grass around the hill.