Let The Time Be Worth It Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Let the time be worth it
Every day and night
When summer strings hit
Colors sunshine bright
As each love awakes
For every pleasant hours
Like the streaming lakes
Shoots bank’s flowers

The yesterdays were sweet
In a drifting on moods
The early on hour’s street
In their stillness etudes
When dream’s still around
Motionless and flaring up
And asleep is there found
In an embrace dew’s cup

Let the time open its eye
With each wandering clouds
In the blue morning sky
With the new risen crowds