Purple Flowers (From New Waves To The Shore) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Dreams are sometimes like sea waves
Coming forward and gazing the time through
To each new longing their footsteps paves
With every wishing that's up to you
Pure and working each their fortune are drawn
From old melancholy approach of heart
Purple flowers and afternoons dark eyed swans
In every frail minute dream shall start

Thoughts that are drifting will come to the hour
And give of their poems some happiness born
Old to new like crystals constellations
Every tincture and hidden flower
With thoughts of many ways always fresh worn
In each their adornment new formations