Sonnet 75, I'Ve A Dream To Tell Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I've a dream to tell I did not know before,
Flying like autumnal leaves in the wind;
What it is and why it is - I'm not sure,
For words to this I never could find.
Of hopes and pleasures one can not tell,
Momentarily they are coming and going;
Each for a short breath here only will dwell,
And then again back, like the wind it's blowing.
Yes, so are life and our joyful longings all,
They come and go - just briefly stop here by;
When withering wishes give us a call,
At moments when a dreamy thought we try.
These dreams are all full of stirring emotions,
Coming and going in promising potions.