Sunshine Burning Smiley Way Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There are dreams that come to you
In their blues and keeping on
Seeing gathering clearly through
With everything that keeps them done
Sunshine burning smiley way
Nothing here in its reality
Made of stone or mudding clay
For the eyes to guess and see

And more is coming to its looking
With its ways and game stalemate
Everything for ways of hooking
Taking thoughts and making debate
There you are to where you're bound
Trying to busy your down mind
Straight out lines melodies found
Anything that makes them combined

All is right to its interior canteen
Flowing effortlessly through this space
Everything and nothing in between
Complicated in its too many ways
Like yesterdays just sails through
Full of their own and missing some
Something that's old but still’s new
Within this turning and passage from