Sonnet 60, I Dreamt Of A Bloom Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I dreamt of a bloom so innocent white,
Colours so young, in the summer shading;
Dew that was born in the day breaking light,
With the love of young hearts never fading.
Though still there's winter, in garden and mall,
With only darkly greyed colour pigments;
There grows, with feeling, - a dream that was all,
In a frosty winter, showing its figments.
A love with faith, for the coming new day,
Bringing back memories, broken and shattered;
For feelings and tempers, go or shall stay,
A heart with longing, though it's been battered.
If you can't hold on to those who are dear,
Then who to your heart shall next be as near?