Sonnet 67, I See The Lonely Dreams Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I see the lonely dreams in the shadows,
Every night when they are there on their own;
Playful events in memory still glows,
But their feelings are nowhere found or shown.
The next day when sun rises again to bless,
Will every bygone moment then be done?
When the dark from last night becomes less,
In the rising of the newborn dawn sun.
Every moment, every way is just a while,
Tender feelings, love with everything;
Kiss and eyes that glitter with a smile,
And every word your voice could ever sing.
Moments are here, just for a brief short stay,
All maybe lost in the new uprising day.