Pictures Of Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Every dream is a going
Into never never land
With its close up glowing
We don’t understand

Pictures of their flying
Moods of every day
Hard for a heart defying
What comes to its way

Time goes by and by
On to the future of dream
Open up cloudy sky
And clears the river stream
Like drift on open sea
All within its truth
Always pure and free
Forever eternal youth

What is after this night
No one really knows
Dreams away in someone’s flight
As the daybreak glows

In a future’s heartbeat
Where tomorrows are dreaming
Across lives open street
Golden stars are beaming