So Much There Invisible - Sonnet Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Remember some the days that have gone by
With sweet aroma of roses in shade
Those gifts from the softly earth that love made
And were carried through drifts, for our inside try
These flowers of notions, as blue as the sky
With feelings of pleasure in passion's grade
So much there invisible for its debate
That sometimes we ask questions why

Those scents of old distances from the past
Like silent water of flow reflections
That gives us memories bouquets from dust
With time to go there to find some connections
Its waiting where reality - to nothing seem
In the ongoing life of times river stream