Sonnet, Passion Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The day is now in a dream of coming true
The passionate fate that slumbers in the night
Feelings that tower and sometimes light
Into eternal flame giving a renew
Each dream that is from darkish feelings thru
And reaches from the deep to oceans slight
With all its flow and glowing onward sight
That comes when dreams reality aren't two
Oh flower of passion forever in love
It’s woven with verves of the sea inside
Like the drift of the clouds so far above
As days that to evening must later glide
The dreams of the hours so full of their state
All both close and afar in their debate