Oh Sweet Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh sweet time you gave me everything
In sweetness of its fragrances flow
With passion that to moments shall sing
When the tides to the evening must go
Dreams in the hearts own compartments
With the oceans of billows there calling
In the footsteps of ongoing departments
Where the sand of the river is falling

The living times of the easy on going
With the peaceful of living on thriving
Every day into night fully growing
Giving much of their depth and its living
Justifying the means by the outcome
When there is something there starting
Where every seed and flower is from
And breeze from the leaves is departing

Pinching the feathered morning shine
The easy of quick rising daybreak
When the glow comes to red on the line
And the forest shall come to its wake
In delightful get-together limb to limb
When life complacency we shall meet
From the hours of darkish deep rim
Before esprit comes again to the street