Perfume From Old Gardens Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Perfume from old gardens
Like yellow leaves are
Love scents of life
Daydreams and wishing star
Where every day's alive
Till the night comes new
Fallen landscape arrows
Glisten gleaming through

Flowers and the petals
Now under blue moon
Rising over the shadows
From the eve and noon
Heart with its many echoes
Beats in time and lost
Through the flow of open
Into earth's dark rust

Daydreams in memory
Catching crimson shades
Slowing up in motion
Every instance fades
Landscapes in their secrets
To none are owned
Unbeknownst to the future
What colors haven't toned