Spring Is Not Yet Here Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Spring is not yet here
everything goes around,
feelings inside everywhere
in its dreams are found;
love is still in the air
in its timeless bound,
some go here and there
never again to be found.

(spring breeze whispering) :
'You can't touch me
I always will be coming
in a simple melody
that is forever blooming
a daydream growing
into moment's caress
coming and again going
into stances of the fresh'

My heart's full of memories
and it doesn't go away,
it's like breezy melodies
I hear in the air each day.
A song that's a love song
to give and then again take,
memories you once did long
in all its time's heartache...

...in all, it's time's heartache.